47 (let me lie down upon)


LET ME LIE down upon the ground beneath your footstool in perfect

gladness.

Let my garment be red with the common dust you touch with your feet.

Set me not higher than others; keep me not apart from all else.

Draw me down into a sweet lowliness.

Let my garment be red with the common dust you touch with your feet.

Let me remain the last of all your pilgrims; I shall try to reach

the lowest site which is the broadest.

They come from all sides to ask for gifts from your hands.

Let me wait till they all have had their shares; I shall be

content with the last remnant.

Let my garment be red with the common dust you touch with your feet.

 

 

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