My heart is lifted like an empty cup:
Lord, let it be filled up.
It has been cleansed of every earth desire
By pain's consuming fire.

It has been emptied of each selfish thought,
And now I ask for nought
But light, and knowledge of Thy heavenly sphere
To strengthen me while here.

Not for myself do I this boon implore,
That my small light be more,
But that on other troubled hearts I may
Cast Thy illuming ray.

Already, God, Thou hast sent me through the dark
A wonderful bright spark.
Already has the Valley where I grope
Grown radiant with hope.

Already can I say to souls in woe
Those daring words, 'I know'!
'I know through death's dark pathway, we ascend
To glory at the end.'

My heart is lifted like an empty cup:
Oh, let it be filled up,
That I may share it with each fainting soul
Striving to reach Thy goal.

Poems of affection. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1920.

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