Harold
Monro .
I havesought Him
among
John.
What
am I seeking
?
What ! I
cannot
tell ;
And
out of
that
proceedeth
all my
pain .
Where !
Say , where
shall I
seek ?
Where
does He
dwell
?
Why ! - Often
have
I
asked
myself
in
vain .
Sir, I
have
wandered
fifty
years , have
seen
Him
worshipped
in
the
churches
of
all
lands
,
Intently
asked
wherever
I
have
been
:
“
Who
—
What
is
He
?
"
But
no
one
understands
.
I
have
sought
Him
among
men
,
and
in
the mart
;
I
have
sought
Him
in
the sweet
and
open
field
;
I
have
sought Him
in
the
stillness
of
my heart
But never
found
Him
anywhere
revealed
.
I
sailed
upon
the
strong
and
fragrant
sea
;
I
fought His ancient worship
to
defend
;
I
lived
five years
an
eremite
-
but He
Was
only more mysterious
at
the
end
.
Often
when
I
would
linger all
the night
To
meditate
the universal
doom
,
Suddenly
,
in
a
fever
of
delight
,
I
would
seem
to
feel
His presence
in
the
gloom
.
But
it
was
fancy
:
for
when
daylight
broke
,
And
rapturously
I
called
upon
His
name
,
He was
not
there
,
He neither
heard
nor
spoke
;
Nor
have
I
ever felt
Him
twice
the
same
.
Does He exist
?-
Sometimes
when
earth
calls
:
“
Nay
!
”.
A
voice
replies
from
Heaven
:
“
Hast
thou
forgot
?
”
Or
sometimes
when
the
world
has
shouted
:
“
Yea
!”
Then He Himself has murmured
:
“
I
am
not
."
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