The Secret Splendour

They will laugh at me and scoff at me

But never will I care:

 What matters all the world's black visage

If Thine be exceeding fair?

Because they cannot view Thee, Splendour!

Their gloom must call me blind;

But I shall never forget Thy face's

Pure lamp of shadowless mind.

How can their fretful vision follow

My voyage of mystery

Within a boat of spirit -slumber

Guided by dream of Thee?

With every hurtled shaft of darkness

More inward I will move:

Each wounding voice shall drive me nearer

Thy healing hush of love!

5.3.34

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