LET only that
little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all.
Let only that
little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to
thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment.
Let only that
little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee.
Let only that
little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy
purpose is carried out in my lifeand that is the fetter of thy love.
35
WHERE the mind is
without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is
free;
Where the world has
not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come
out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless
striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear
stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead
habit;
Where the mind is
led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of
freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
36
THIS is my prayer
to thee, my lordstrike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the
strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the
strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the
strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the
strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the
strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
37
I THOUGHT that my
voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power,that the path
before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to
take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the
heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its
wonders.
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