The Secret Splendour

Eyes shut when the lips break the Spirit's seal

And rhythmic rents dawn through a measureless dark,

Lines that are gold streaks in eternity's veil:

Thought, stilled, looks inward—then God's light laughs out.

From mighty farnesses the Truth-sun strikes:

 Its seer and singer bodies that mystery—

 He works apart in his sod's secret strength-

Omniscient loneliness creator of worlds.

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