Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

When Act and Will are doneBut what Our Lord infers We wouldHad We diviner been—

Did he find it supple?Shook my strong trust—Did it then—yield?Hurled my belief—But—did he shatter—it?Racked—with suspense—Not a nerve failed!Wrung me—with Anguish—But I never doubted him—‘Tho’ for what wrongHe did never say—Stabbed—while I suedHis sweet forgiveness—Jesus—it’s your little ‘John’!Don’t you know—me?

Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair—So quiet—Oh how quiet,That nobody might knowBut that the little figureRocked softer—to and fro—On such a dawn, or such a dawn—Would anybody sighThat such a little figureToo sound asleep did lieFor Chanticleer to wake it—Or stirring house below—Or giddy bird in orchard—Or early task to…

‘ ‘Twas Sunset’—Some one said—I only saw a Sapphire Farm—And just a Single Herd—Of Opal Cattle—feeding farUpon so vain a Hill—As even while I looked—dissolved—Nor Cattle were—nor Soil—But in their stead—a Sea—displayed—And Ships—of such a sizeAs Crew of Mountains—could afford—And Decks—to seat the skies—This—too—the Showman rubbed away—And when I looked again—Nor Farm—nor Opal Herd—was there—Nor…

‘Tis first—I lock the Door—And push it with my fingers—next—For transport it be sure—And then I go the furthest offTo counteract a knock—Then draw my little Letter forthAnd slowly pick the lock—Then—glancing narrow, at the Wall—And narrow at the floorFor firm Conviction of a MouseNot exorcised before—Peruse how infinite I amTo no one that You—know—And…

The Soul cannot be rid—As easy the secreting herBehind the Eyes of God.The deepest hid is sighted firstAnd scant to Him the Crowd—What triple Lenses burn uponThe Escapade from God—