They Shall Say

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They Shall Say

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #92

How lacks judgement Thy all-seeing eye 
Ranging equal on all like the azure sky,
How dost Thou love this misshapen me
When mine own eye is loathe to see!

In all that passes I see Thy semblance,
Upon these my soul like a vine clings,
My root and stem by Thee do live,
What yield can I ever hope to give,

For all is Thine, all that hopes and dreams.
My being is but life’s hasty scribbles
That upon Thy world page does wander,
Ranging always for Thy unceasing glance.

Possess my whole, make our union complete;
“Of all that loves”, they shall say, “He indeed loves best!”