Poems
THEME/S
The Archangels burn before the Perfect Face—
Lighting all deeds from the Omnipotent's gaze.
With heads upon His breast the Seraphim
Tune their whole lives to the heavenly heart of Him.
The cherubs laugh within His lap and play
On faultless harps their rhythms of night and day.
What shall we mortals do? O ours to meet
With worshipping brow the flowers of His feet!
Keen are the raptures of the sky-born host,
Raptures with not one glorioled reverie lost.
We that have known the abyss of blinded birth,
How can we share those vastitudes of mirth?
Yet, through the passion of frail feet which stray,
A peace beyond all peace, a gold through grey
Felt goldener, the quiet and the height
Come to our wanderer love's upturning sight,
And by the bowed surrender of our mind
Deepest the immortal Secret is divined!
Archangels, Seraphim and Cherubs, you
Shall suddenly discover the All-True,
The All-Beautiful, a dark you cannot scan—
A Mystery that wears the face of man!
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