Forget to watch the shadows as they trail Across this sun-washed view, as if fr'intents Too charmed with life, the page turned in a sense Back,...or is't forward? Caught in which detail? How can I know? Chagrined to find I fail At all, or so it seems, resort to...whence? Dost Thou, oh LORD, give me to see? For hence Reminded oer and oer how I'd avail?! I never was a grand soul, only her Whom Thou wouldst ransom, all I have of You; I'm but forgiv'n anon, and failing, poor As all my protests and best efforts to Be better than I am. Back here, bestir In me to do Thy will, LORD, as I'd do.