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Enough. ------I Enough for me To read, writ on the summer sky And largely on the summer land, That God is Love: to understand Thus much of Life’s weird mystery.
II Enough for me To watch amid the gloom and know That, though our ways are be dark and dim, The patient stars are lit by Him, And that His will would have it so.
III Enough for me To wait and labour patiently Until the morn breaks on the night With a day-dawning, infinite Of limitless lLove. Enough for me. Jan 23: 87.