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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)


The Empty Bowl


I held the golden vessel of my soul
And prayed that God would fill it from on high.
Day after day the importuning cry
Grew stronger---grew, a heaven-accusing dole
Because no sacred waters laved my bowl.
"So full the fountain, Lord, wouldst Thou deny
The little needed for a soul's supply?
I ask but this small portion of Thy whole."
Then from the vast invisible Somewhere,
A voice, as one love-authorized by Him,
Spake, and the tumult of my heart was stilled.
"Who wants the waters must the bowl prepare;
Pour out the self, that chokes it to the brim,
But emptied vessels, from the Source are filled." 



Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
  1. The Birth of the Orchid
  2. Queries
  3. Victory-1918
  4. East and West
  5. Granite Bay


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