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Tower of Ivory
Lead me where the bitter sea
Stings unseeing eyes with sight,
Mocks the heart's uncertainty
With itself, stern infinite,
Numbs the brain that comprehends
Neither end nor endlessness,—
Save the solemn flesh that tends
Solemnly its vineyard press;
Where the present hand of God
Gleams across the tempest, where
Naked I may feel His rod,
Pray, unfettered then with prayer.
Ye that follow shattered suns,
Ye that seek the ash of days,
Lead me where the long road runs,
Lead me your desired ways.
