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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Yet am I racked with fear:

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
Nay, fix thy heart, thine eyes,Thy hope upon My boundless sacrifice:Will I lose lightly one so dear-bought prize?” Ah, Lord; it is not Thou,Thou that wilt fail; yet woe is me, for howShall I endure who half am failing now? “Nay, weld thy resolute willTo Mine: glance not aside for good or ill:I love thee; trust Me still and love Me still.” Yet Thou Thyself hast said,When Thou shalt sift the living from the deadSome must depart shamed and uncomforted. “Judge not before that day:Trust Me with all thy heart, even tho’ I slay:Trust Me in love, trust on, love on, and pray.”