Expectans Expectavi

 From morn to midnight, all day through,
 I laugh and play as others do,
 I sin and chatter, just the same
 As others with a different name.

 And all year long upon the stage
 I dance and tumble and do rage
 So vehemently, I scarcely see
 The inner and eternal me.

 I have a temple I do not
 Visit, a heart I have forgot,
 A self that I have never met,
 A secret shrine -- and yet, and yet

 This sanctuary of my soul
 Unwitting I keep white and whole,
 Unlatched and lit, if Thou should'st care
 To enter or to tarry there.


 With parted lips and outstretched hands
 And listening ears Thy servant stands,
 Call Thou early, call Thou late,
 To Thy great service dedicate.

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