For Your Sake

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Title:     For Your Sake
Author: Helen Hay Whitney [More Titles by Whitney]

Bid me for your sake,
Not for self or right--
You alone can wake
Power to gain the fight.

In your name I'd dare
Aught in earth's great bounds;
Forth my sins should fare,
Leashed like cringing hounds.

When you touch my hand,
Through your holy eyes
I can see the land
Where is Paradise.

Yet I may not go,
Leaving cold and night,
Till your soul of snow
Sees that mine is white.

Let my heart not break
Till I kill my sin;
Bid me for your sake
Fight the world--and win!

[The end]
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: For Your Sake

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