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date: 1920-04-12

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transcription: April 12, 1920 - Page 6

Confronted with a new understanding.
My day is not complete without thee.
Therefore am I before myself,
Humbly acknowledging thee.

Patience again began talking for herself:

"Lo'e be a bannock which is magic plied and may
ne'er be staled nor consumed."

"Thee and me, beloved, are richer; for see, the waitin' be
atwist. Afore, thou didst for to enjoy the comradein' and
I the waitin', and now, thou dost wait and I play at comradein'!
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"I make a song, nay matter what its words, which be fleshed of
hope, and its echo is its answer."

-I Would Not Know-

What strange, strange song
The Great God plays upon the harp
Of flesh! What strange, strange melody
Which cometh forth in agonies yet commingleth
And become a simple, simple lay.

I would not understand Thee,
Gracious Lord, in Thy entirety.
I would not know Thee in Thy perfection.
I would not let my lips, e'en if they knew,
Make sure announcement of their knowing.
Rather would I have Thee
Each day a mystery. Thereby
Art thou forever Hope!
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-Beloved Day-

Oh beloved day, beloved day, beloved day!
Coming surely. Each morrow's sun
Securely pinned. Each night sea jewelled
Of a silver circlet moon.

Oh beloved day, beloved day, beloved day!
To cherish thee. To watch the changeful
Seasons pass, enthralled before thy mystery
unveiling,
Watching the seasons change in various arrays;
Confronting Earth naked, brown-limbed
In strength beneath the sun,
Or tender as a maid;
To be enthralled with this;
Suffering the hours to pass as I,
A traveller, plod the weary way.

Con'd

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