THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 
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TO ALLAN MACGREGOR. 
 
 
 MAN of Sorrows :  brother unto Grief ! 
 O pale with suffering, and dumb hours of 
pain ! 
 O worn with Thought !  thy Godhead springs again 
The Soul of Resurrection :  thou art chief 
And lord of all thy Soul :  O patient thief 
 Of God’s own fire !  What mysteries find fane 
 In the white shrine of thy white spirit’s reign, 
Thou man of Sorrows :  O, beyond belief ! 
 
Let God's own Peace be with thee :  let thy days 
 Prosper in spite of thine unselfish soul ; 
And as thou lovest, so let Love increase 
Upon thee and about thee :  till thy ways 
 Gleam with the splendour of that secret goal 
Whose long war grows the great abiding peace. 
 
  O