12/26/01
O great and holy mystery Hold us ever close Strengthen our fidelity Make bloom the mystic rose.
Word of our desiring, Voice of unknown spheres Music we were born to sing Fill our song-starved ears.
In the choral evening's hymn, At daybreak's symphony When all the stars Thy splendour limn In moon-touched harmony
Help us pen immortal odes Upon the slate of space, Meet Thee on untrodden roads And hold Thy perfect face
An icon in our failing hearts And frail mortality. Awake before the form departs The Sleeping Deity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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