Sun Blossoms

Seeds of Vision

WITHIN the flaming circles of my thought
New seeds of vision grow;
From the heart of timeless silences they are brought
In a rain of rapture-glow.

The grey moments of life no more can veil
The moon-bright face of God;
My dreams sing to him like Heaven's nightingale,
Far from this earth-abode

On a soul-solitary height, where all
Our movements find a deep
Tranquillity broken by no dim footfall
Or murmuring breath of sleep.

A divine beauty wakes now everywhere;
Nature becomes a white
Altar of Grace, an everlasting prayer
Towards the Infinite.

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