Sun Blossoms

No More I Ask….

No more I ask from thee
What I have gained or lost,
What shadow-veils wrap me,
What distance I have crossed.

Childlike I learn to abide
In thee with-perfect trust
And all obscurities hide
Behind thy sun as they must.

The beauty of thy heart
Radiates a fire around,
Till in my spirit shall start
Music of purest sound.

When it haunts my memory,
I see in a circle of light
A heavenly company
Like stars on a moon-crowned height,

And thy voice already I hear.
Unmistakably as a sun
Thy deathless eyes appear
Cleaving oblivion.

I feel within my soul
Crowding like gold fires
The hidden immortal scroll,
The Word that for thee aspires.

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