The Secret Splendour

Out of what lampless grief with what dark cry

I sought your grace, O Mother heavenly yet mine—

And you with hands of patient artistry

Moulded my broken life to a peace divine!

Then into that superb marmoreal poise

You lent a pulse, a motion and a voice

Alive with a laughing light's eternity.

I cast no shadow now, for all my limbs

Move in a bliss of shining servitude

Pledged to your love whose beauty bears no flaw.

And, by that passionate and plastic mood,

I break the groping freedom of my whims—

To claim forever your godhead's fetterless law.

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