MARJORIE L.C. PICKTHALL
1883 - 1922 GB / Canada
Warfare
“My Spirit shall not always strive with man.”
STRIVE on, O Lord, and let us feel Thy flame,
Burned with all beauty as a rose of fire;
So only man shall meet Thy dread desire,
Forgetful of the pit from whence he came.
Crown him with thorn and sceptre him with shame,
Gird him with sorrow, fold him round with fears,
But give him, in his heritage of tears,
Hold on Thy hand and memory of Thy name.
So from his prison-house the martyred soul
May lend Thee strength for strength and power for power,
Calling the very angels to his place.
And when at length the lifted gates unroll,
Flash forth to meet his one immortal hour,
Slain at the half-seen vision of Thy face.
1883 - 1922 GB / Canada
Warfare
“My Spirit shall not always strive with man.”
STRIVE on, O Lord, and let us feel Thy flame,
Burned with all beauty as a rose of fire;
So only man shall meet Thy dread desire,
Forgetful of the pit from whence he came.
Crown him with thorn and sceptre him with shame,
Gird him with sorrow, fold him round with fears,
But give him, in his heritage of tears,
Hold on Thy hand and memory of Thy name.
So from his prison-house the martyred soul
May lend Thee strength for strength and power for power,
Calling the very angels to his place.
And when at length the lifted gates unroll,
Flash forth to meet his one immortal hour,
Slain at the half-seen vision of Thy face.