Sun Blossoms

The Call Of Light

O PURPLE glory of Light, thy mystic call
Echoes in my heart as in a hollow cave;
Its voice pierces the age-old stony wall,
It brings still peace as of a timeless grave.

Sapphire cascade, surging from thy hidden source
Through winding tracks of night, bathe in thy spray:
All blemish purged by thy immaculate Force,
Let my soul shine as on the first-born day.

That twilight gaiety with its rainbow smile
Across the glimmering vista of the sky
Captives like a snake's fire-enchanting eye
In the dreary meshes of a bondage-will.

On Thy star-woven wings, O bird of Light,
Release my spirit to thy purple height.

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