Candle Lord

“The Spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.”

“The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.”

Our spirit-ay, our own!-the tree whose fruits

Have never fail’d-the sign upon the door

‘Twixt us and God’s intelligent dumb brutes,

That parts us evermore!

Our spirit-last, best gift-still unbereft

Of treasures stored in Eden’s happy land;

One fragment of the human, as it left

The Divine Maker’s hand.

That seal of our high birth He did allow

Toea unharm’d the sin and woe and strife;

That remnant of our godhead-wanting now

Only the “breath of life.”

Only the breath of life, whereby the Lord

Made use to be His equals, fit to fill

His throne-our free wills brought into accord

With His own sovereign will.

Our spirit-not the feeble soul which came

With our dishonour’d state and its new needs;

And not the feebler heart of sin and shame,

That daily breaks and bleeds.

Our spirit-our unshatter’d lamp-still ours-

Fill’d with the heavenly essence, as of yore,-

To bear a light, to light the midnight hours,

And light the wreck to shore.

Ay, ’tis the same-the same! It hath not shared

The mutilation and the curse and blight;

When the destruction fell, the lamp was spared-

Only deprived of Light.

O God! and hath it ever ceased to grope

For light, and yearn and cry for light to come?

In blackest gloom, ere revelation spoke,

While yet the Christ was dumb,

Thou knowest it search’d for every wandering ray,

And never wearied of the weary quest;

And fed and fenced and treasured, day by day,

A glimmer in its breast.

O holy Dove! O Grace! O Love! come down-

Our spirit with Thy perfect light inspire!

Circle each candle with its flaming crown,

Its cloven tongue of fire!

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Poems in English 

• In Praise Of England poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Impromptu: To Frances Garnet Wolseley poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• If I To You But Sorry Bring poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• I Chide Not At The Seasons poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Love’s Wisdom poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Lost poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Let The Weary World Go Round poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Leszko The Bastard poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Is Life Worth Living? poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Inflexible As Fate poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• In The Forum poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• In Sutton Woods poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin

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