What yet may be is written in God's book, Unread by human eyes, unknown to mind. I only know that on this earth awhile I bore the Infinite's gaze, the self-born's look My soul to know, the sunlit path to find, And hold within that vast supernal smile.
Now I shall sing to Her my spirit-songs Borne on waves of sound from wonder's spheres, Compassionate infinity of grace To whom the angels bow, for whom earth longs And men, to wash away the stain of tears That we have etched upon our Mother's face.
Poems 2003 (33)
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