Take, O Take


Time after time I came to Your gate with raised hands, asking for more and yet more.

You gave and gave, now in slow measure, now in sudden excess.

I took some, and some things I let drop; some lay heavy on my hands; some I made into playthings and broke them when I was tired, till the wrecks and the hoards of Your gifts grew immense, hiding You, and the ceaseless expectation wore my heart out.

“Take, O take” has now become my cry.

Hold my hands; raise me from the still-gathering heap of Your gifts into the bare infinity of Your uncrowded presence.

Take, O Take, Rabindranath Tagore

In memory of Mr Jim Hayes, father of Sr Margaret Claver Hayes FCJ, and also for the father of Mr David Leslie, principal of Benalla FCJ College.

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