O troubled heart that prayeth for the morning,
Yet seeth but the travail and the night,
Still do earth's shadows flee before that mandate
Which stirred creative dawn, Let there be light!

Rebellious heart impatient of correction,
That asks for fruitage but withholds the seed,
See how the discipline of Love's perfection
Compels obedience, yet supplies thy need.

O humble heart whose faith has reached assurance,
Love waits but thine own fitness to be blest,
In thee shall be fulfilled the Master's promise:
Come unto me and I will give you rest.

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