The Secret Splendour

A Son of God

From heaven you came—

Your soul a word Of airy flame,

As though the white

Wings of a bird

No man had seen brought rumour of strange light.

Mortal you went;

Your passage grew

Within life's veil a rent

Where suddenly broke

 The gold sun through—

And out of every heart a god awoke!

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