God, The Complement.

("Nor does being weary imply that there is any place to rest.")

Yea, by your wants bestead,
You come Myself to know;
For if I be not bread,
Why hunger so?

And if not water I,
Your fountain last and first,
Why should your earth be dry?
Why should you thirst?

Have you not read desire?
Do you not know your quest?
Spirit, why should you tire
Were I not rest?

Margaret Steele Anderson

Margaret Steele Anderson was an American poet and author, born on October 8, 1867. She is known for her lyrical and expressive poetry, which often explores themes of nature, emotion, and personal reflection. Anderson's works include several published collections of poetry and prose that garnered critical acclaim during her lifetime. Though not as widely recognized today, her contributions to American literature remain significant. She passed away on October 7, 1921.

Margaret Steele Anderson

The Dead Child.

Margaret Steele Anderson, Simple Poetry

Song. The Fallen Leaves.

Margaret Steele Anderson, Simple Poetry

Childless.

Margaret Steele Anderson, Simple Poetry

The Shadow.

Margaret Steele Anderson, Simple Poetry

English

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Thought of the Infinite - the All!
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Lover Divine, and Perfect Comrade!
Waiting, content, invisible yet, but certain,
Be thou my God.

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Complete in Body, and dilate in Spirit,
Be thou my God.

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Weary soul, by care oppressed,
Wouldst thou find a place of rest?
Listen, Jesus calls to thee,
Come, and find thy rest in me!

Hungry soul, why pine and die
With exhaustless stores so nigh?
Lo, the board is spread for thee,
Come, and feast to-day with me!

Thirsty soul, earth's sweetest rill
Mocks thee with its promise still;
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