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Arthur Symons - The Dogs
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My desires are upon me like dogs, I beat them back, 
Yet they yelp upon my track; 
And I know that my soul one day shall lie at their feet. 
And my soul be these dogs` meat. 

My soul walks robed in white where the saints sing psalms. 
Among the lilies and palms, 
Beholding the face of God through the radiant bars 
Of the mystical gate of Stars; 
The robes of my soul are whiter than snow, she sings 
Praise of immortal things; 
Yet Still she listens, still in the night, she hears 
The dogs` yelp in her ears. 

O Most High! I will pray, look down through the seven 
Passionate veils of heaven. 
Out of eternal peace, where the world`s desire 
Enfolds thee in veils of fire; 
Holy of Holies, the immaculate Lamb, 
Behold me, the thing I am! 
I, the redeemed of thy blood, the bought with a price. 
The reward of thy sacrifice, 
I, who walk with thy saints in a robe of white, 
And who worship thee day and night, 
Behold me, the thing I am, and do thou beat back 
These feet that burn on my track!
I have prayed, God has heard; I have prayed to Him, He has heard; 
But He has not spoken a word; 
My soul walks robed in white among lilies and palms, 
And she hears the triumphing psalms; 
But louder than all, by day and by night, she hears 
The dog`s yelp in her ears; 
And I know that my soul one day shall lie at their feet. 
And my soul be these dogs` meat.
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