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I OUGHT to be kinder always,

For the light of his kindly eyes;

I ought to be wiser always,

Because he is so just and wise;

And gentler in all my bearing,

And braver in all my daring,

For the patience that in him lies.

I must be as true as the Heaven

While he is as true as the day,

Nor balance the gift with the given,

For he giveth to me alway.

And I must be firm and steady;

For my Love, he is that already,

And I follow him as I may.

O dear little golden fetter,

You bind me to difficult things;

But my soul while it strives grows better,

And I feel the stirring of wings

As I stumble, doubting and dreading,

Up the path of his stronger treading,

Intent on his beckonings.