A life-husk into which the demons go, And work their will, and drive it to and fro;
A thing that neither is, nor yet can cease, Which uncreation can alone release.
17.
But when I turn and grasp the making hand, And will the making will, with confidence I ride the crest of the creation-wave, Helpless no more, no more existence' slave;
In the heart of love's creating fire I stand, And, love-possessed in heart and soul and sense, Take up the making share the making Master gave.
18.
That man alone who does the Father's works Can be the Father's son; yea, only he Who sonlike can create, can ever be;
Who with God wills not, is no son, not free.
O Father, send the demon-doubt that lurks Behind the hope, out into the abyss;
Who trusts in knowledge all its good shall miss.
19.
Thy beasts are sinless, and do live before thee;
Thy child is sinful, and must run to thee.
Thy angels sin not and in peace adore thee;
But I must will, or never more be free.
I from thy heart came, how can I ignore thee?--Back to my home I hurry, haste, and flee;
There I shall dwell, love-praising evermore thee.
20.
My holy self, thy pure ideal, lies Calm in thy bosom, which it cannot leave;
My self unholy, no ideal, hies Hither and thither, gathering store to grieve--Not now, O Father! now it mounts, it flies, To join the true self in thy heart that waits, And, one with it, be one with all the heavenly mates.
21.
Trusting thee, Christ, I kneel, and clasp thy knee;
Cast myself down, and kiss thy brother-feet--One self thou and the Father's thought of thee!
Ideal son, thou hast left the perfect home, Ideal brother, to seek thy brothers come!
Thou know'st our angels all, God's children sweet, And of each two wilt make one holy child complete.