Poem by Alice Meynell

Veni Creator

So humble things Thou hast born for us, O God,
Left'st Thou a path of lowliness untrod?
Yes, one, till now; another Olive-Garden.
For we endure the tender pain of pardon,—
One with another we forbear. Give heed,
Look at the mournful world thou hast decreed.
The time has come. At last we hapless men
Know all our haplessness all through. Come, then,
Endure undreamed humility: Lord of Heaven,
Come to our ignorant hearts and be forgiven.

1. To Silence
2. Free Will
3. The Two Questions
4. The Day to the Night
5. Unlinked

Bliss Carman Veni Creator ("LORD of the grass and hill")

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