Be PATIENT, let the fire consume,
Give God's interior burning room.
Make no resistance, let it blaze.
And self, in root and branch, erase.
The life of self hath long annoyed;
Thy hopes assail'd, thy joys destroy'd;
It poisons every inward sense ;
And FIRE alone can drive it thence.
The fiery trial gives distress;
But never wish its anguish less;
The pain thou feelest is a sign
Of flames from heaven, of fire divine.
Oh let it burn, till pride and lust,
And envy, creeping in the dust,
And wrong and crime, of every name,
Shall perish in the heavenly flame.
— from Christ in the Soul (1872) LXXVII.