The Secret Splendour

Sweet Calm! forgive the many times I hurled

 My hard undreamful glance upon Thy face:

Forgive the irreparable nights and days

I gloried in Thy farness from the world.

Forgive the folly that pronounced Thee far—

Thou whom all creatures breathe or else they die:

Life of our life, yet hidden to our eye

Because we have forgotten that each scar

Brims with Thy God-hue, just as every glow

Of joy is but Thy blossoming in our heart!

Even forgive sad hours when all too low

And earth-born I have felt, deeming Thou wert

Too heaven-high—as if time-changes could

Mar my soul's birth from Thy eternal Motherhood!

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