The Secret Splendour

O Silent Love..

Because You never claim of us a tear,

O silent Love, how often we forget

The eyes of countless centuries were wet

To bring Your smile so near!

Forgive if I remember not the blaze,

 Imperishable, perfect, infinite,

Of far Omnipotence from which

You lit Your lamp of human face!

Make me a worship-vigil everywhere,

Slumber and wakefulness one memory

 That You are God: O let each pore of me

Become a mouth of prayer!

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