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Day and Night. 2
As for some dear familiar strain Untired we ask, and ask again ; Ever, in its melodious store, Finding a spell unheard before •
Such is the bliss of souls serene,
When they have sworn, and steadfast mean,
Counting the cost, in all t' espy
Their God, in all themselves deny.
O could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise ! How would our hearts with wisdom talk Along life's dullest, dreariest walk !
We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky :
The trivial round, the common task. Will furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
Seek we no more : content with these, Let present rapture, comfort, ease, As Heaven shall bid them, come and go; The secret this of rest below.
Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray !
John Keble. 1827