Текст оригинала на английском языке
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 dogs' 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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