Sun Blossoms

In the Moon-White Land of God

SOMEONE leads me through the flame-paved ways
To a moon-white land of God,
Where the shadow-calls of earth-weariness
Have but in a dream-mist trod.
Blue-grey clouds like rainbow-plumed birds
Voyage slowly in the air;
Like fire-point torches flicker starry words
Burning in a diamond prayer.

In foam-fleece billow-ranges of the sky
Through their rocky gates of gold
Tracks of my soul's rugged journey lie
To thy heaven's immortal fold.

Make my heart thy home and lead to the far
Vision where thy timeless breath
Glows beyond the sapphire-winged star
In the tranquil dome of Death.

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