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1953	MacDonald, George	A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul			.txt	text/plain	22341	2317	99	Only in pain calm thou my heart with thee. Wilt thou not breathe thy life into the toy? Here is my heart, O Christ; thou know'st I love thee. But till in thy God's love perfect I stand, "How close to thee!"--no wonder, soul, thou art glad! Through all men's hearts thy love shall sink and float; "Thou art my father's child--come to my heart:" "Come thy own self, and with thee my faith bring." Thou art the Lord of life, the secret thing. Thou wilt take care thy child shall grow a man. Shall see thy face, my Lord, my life's delight, thou cheatest God, and dost thy life molest. Thy own heart's life--Lord, thou wilt not abhor me! Thou, the life-heart of all things, changest never. Even as thy son, the eternal man, doth know thee. Then shall thy life my heart all open find,	./cache/1953.txt	./txt/1953.txt