THE FULL HOPE
LORD of my life before whose will I yield
Lo! I withdraw the barriers of my pride;
Let my heart swell a windless evening tide
Till all the marshland of my past's concealed;
Let stillness in my ecstasy be sealed
Deep as the swelling sea is deep and wide;
Lord of my life, where all my dreams abide,
Take me into thy dwelling who am healed.
Ah, Love! we shall dwell here for ever more—
In this great dwelling of our Hope fulfilled;
Ever the past behind us, and before
The golden future. What the gods have willed
Of good or bad to enter at the door,
We shall dwell here until our hearts are stilled.