Sun Blossoms

O Beauty Imperishable

WHAT world of power you hold in your mortal hands,
O beauty imperishable of heaven's Mood!
On the wonder-verge of earth your figure stands
Like a sun crowning the sky-solitude.

We follow our time-grey round and cannot see
The Infinites splendour mirrored in your face,
Or feel you bear our pale mortality
Like a weary child in your fathomless embrace.

The kingdom of your light you now have brought
That its immortal treasures we may share
And grow beyond the passionate fire of thought
Into a universe of tranquil prayer.

Everywhere now is heard the ardent cry
That you have wakened in each yearning soul:
In you we find our dream of eternity
And capture in your heart God's limitless whole.

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