AMPHORA 
 
XI 
 
I 
 
EHOLD the creatures Thou hast made, 
 O LORD, how frail we are and fickle, 
Ephemeral as the tender blade 
That falls before the eternal sickle ! 
 
CHORUS : 
No shadow of turning in the LORD ! 
His purpose shall not change nor vary, 
Splendid and stedfast as a sword 
Live in the lambent heart of Mary. 
 
II 
Behold us, how we strive to good 
And evil catches us and sways us, 
How from child-life and maidenhood 
Time creeps and springs on us and slays us ! 
 
III 
But all our feebleness in Thee 
Is firm, in Thee our ways are steady. 
Equal for bliss or agony 
Thou callest us—and we are ready. 
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