"For you I gave the prophets,
For you the Psalmist's lay
For you the law's stone tables,
And holy book and day.
"Ye change to weary burdens
The helps that should uplift;
Ye lose in form the spirit,
The Giver in the gift.
"Who called ye to self-torment,
To fast and penance vain?
Dream ye Eternal Goodness
Has joy in mortal pain?
"For the death in life of Nitria,
For your Chartreuse ever dumb,
What better is the neighbor,
Or happier the home?
"Who counts his brother's welfare
As sacred as his own,
And loves, forgives, and pities,
He serveth me alone.
"I note each gracious purpose,
Each kindly word and deed;
Are ye not all my children?
Shall not the Father heed?
"No prayer for light and guidance
Is lost upon mine ear
The child's cry in the darkness
Shall not the Father hear?
"I loathe your wrangling councils,
I tread upon your creeds;
Who made ye mine avengers,
Or told ye of my needs;
"I bless men and ye curse them,
I love them and ye hate;
Ye bite and tear each other,
I suffer long and wait.
"Ye bow to ghastly symbols,
To cross and scourge and thorn;
Ye seek his Syrian manger
Who in the heart is born.
"For the dead Christ, not the living,
Ye watch His empty grave,
Whose life alone within you
Has power to bless and save.
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