Little BelovedBy Leonora Pease(In “The Progressive Woman.”)
By Leonora Pease
(In “The Progressive Woman.”)
I hold by man’s hand for thy sake,Little Beloved.Of the large human life, in thy being I partake,Little Beloved.My heart’s to the lowly, the weary and frail,Who shall fail,For they step up and enter thy place;Lift thy face,Little Beloved.My soul fellowships in thy name,Little Beloved.Man’s overcoming is mine, his wrong is my shame,Little Beloved.Thy image for me stamps the low and the high,As a die,And thou, of thy kind, one with all,Mount or fall,Little Beloved.When sounds the alarm of disaster,Little Beloved,For the swift prayer of my heart runneth faster,Little Beloved.Thou, too, imperiled, fashioned as they,Of the clay;Thou, too, who shalt walk in the way,Or astray,Little Beloved.I would disentangle in vain,Little Beloved,Thy one shining, delicate thread from the skein,Little Beloved.For Fate’s fast-running loom all the strands doth enmesh,Of the flesh,And her intricate pattern unroll,As a whole,Little Beloved.
I hold by man’s hand for thy sake,Little Beloved.Of the large human life, in thy being I partake,Little Beloved.My heart’s to the lowly, the weary and frail,Who shall fail,For they step up and enter thy place;Lift thy face,Little Beloved.My soul fellowships in thy name,Little Beloved.Man’s overcoming is mine, his wrong is my shame,Little Beloved.Thy image for me stamps the low and the high,As a die,And thou, of thy kind, one with all,Mount or fall,Little Beloved.When sounds the alarm of disaster,Little Beloved,For the swift prayer of my heart runneth faster,Little Beloved.Thou, too, imperiled, fashioned as they,Of the clay;Thou, too, who shalt walk in the way,Or astray,Little Beloved.I would disentangle in vain,Little Beloved,Thy one shining, delicate thread from the skein,Little Beloved.For Fate’s fast-running loom all the strands doth enmesh,Of the flesh,And her intricate pattern unroll,As a whole,Little Beloved.
I hold by man’s hand for thy sake,Little Beloved.Of the large human life, in thy being I partake,Little Beloved.My heart’s to the lowly, the weary and frail,Who shall fail,For they step up and enter thy place;Lift thy face,Little Beloved.
I hold by man’s hand for thy sake,
Little Beloved.
Of the large human life, in thy being I partake,
Little Beloved.
My heart’s to the lowly, the weary and frail,
Who shall fail,
For they step up and enter thy place;
Lift thy face,
Little Beloved.
My soul fellowships in thy name,Little Beloved.Man’s overcoming is mine, his wrong is my shame,Little Beloved.Thy image for me stamps the low and the high,As a die,And thou, of thy kind, one with all,Mount or fall,Little Beloved.
My soul fellowships in thy name,
Little Beloved.
Man’s overcoming is mine, his wrong is my shame,
Little Beloved.
Thy image for me stamps the low and the high,
As a die,
And thou, of thy kind, one with all,
Mount or fall,
Little Beloved.
When sounds the alarm of disaster,Little Beloved,For the swift prayer of my heart runneth faster,Little Beloved.Thou, too, imperiled, fashioned as they,Of the clay;Thou, too, who shalt walk in the way,Or astray,Little Beloved.
When sounds the alarm of disaster,
Little Beloved,
For the swift prayer of my heart runneth faster,
Little Beloved.
Thou, too, imperiled, fashioned as they,
Of the clay;
Thou, too, who shalt walk in the way,
Or astray,
Little Beloved.
I would disentangle in vain,Little Beloved,Thy one shining, delicate thread from the skein,Little Beloved.For Fate’s fast-running loom all the strands doth enmesh,Of the flesh,And her intricate pattern unroll,As a whole,Little Beloved.
I would disentangle in vain,
Little Beloved,
Thy one shining, delicate thread from the skein,
Little Beloved.
For Fate’s fast-running loom all the strands doth enmesh,
Of the flesh,
And her intricate pattern unroll,
As a whole,
Little Beloved.