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BECAUSE my body turned a clod,
And Death sat on this shrouding sod,
My soul rose upward, seeking God.
And Death sat on this shrouding sod,
My soul rose upward, seeking God.
“ O Thou Who makest time to fleet
Before Thy holy judgment seat,
Lo, here I stand with muted feet.
Before Thy holy judgment seat,
Lo, here I stand with muted feet.
“ In that far bower where roses spring
And little birds are choiring,
I found no sacrifice to bring.
And little birds are choiring,
I found no sacrifice to bring.
“ Only my heart, this bleeding spot &emdash
; By Thee conceived, by Thee begot —
Where worm of hunger dieth not.
; By Thee conceived, by Thee begot —
Where worm of hunger dieth not.
“Take it, O Lord! a scarlet stain
To set within Thy robe of pain,
And make Thee dream of earth again.”
To set within Thy robe of pain,
And make Thee dream of earth again.”
Alice Brown.