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1218Fwd: My New-Cut Ashlar by Rudyard Kipling

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  • hercullesrj
    Sep 5, 2002
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      My new-cut ashlar takes the light
      Where crimson-blank the windows flare.
      By my own work before the night,
      Great Overseer, I make my prayer.

      If there be good in that I wrought
      Thy Hand compelled it, Master, Thine-
      Where I have failed to meet Thy Thought
      I know, through Thee, the blame was mine.

      One instant's toil to Thee denied
      Stands all Eternity's offense.
      Of that I did with Thee to guide,
      To Thee, through Thee, be excellence.

      The depth and dream of my desire,
      The bitter paths wherein I stray-
      Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire,
      Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay.

      Who, lest all thought of Eden fade,
      Bring'st Eden to the craftsman's brain-
      Godlike to muse o'er his own Trade
      And manlike stand with God again!

      One stone the more swings into place
      In that dread Temple of Thy worth.
      It is enough that, through Thy Grace,
      I saw nought common on Thy Earth.

      Take not that vision from my ken-
      Oh, whatso'er may spoil or speed.
      Help me to need no aid from men
      That I may help such men as need!

      --Rudyard Kipling
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