and mend all that has been neglected.

Then open the inner door of the shrine, light the candle, and let
us meet there in silence before our God.



XLIX

The pain was great when the strings were being tuned, my Master!

Begin your music, and let me forget the pain; let me feel in
beauty what you had in your mind through those pitiless days.

The waning night lingers at my doors, let her take her leave in
songs.

Pour your heart into my life strings, my Master, in tunes that
descend from your stars.



L

In the lightning flash of a moment I have seen the immensity of
your creation in my life--creation through many a death from
world to world.

I weep at my unworthiness when I see my life in the hands of the
unmeaning hours,--but when I see it in your hands I know it is