When Wonder walked the world on stainless feet Prayer from our lips fell easily as praise For in Her presence all of life was sweet And blossomed in the beauty of Her gaze.
A hope arose as from the desert sands Flowers spring at the first touch of rain, That miracle would issue from Her hands And earth despoiled renaissance find again.
The skies have lost some blue, the trees some green, And in this woe-filled world that once was bright The inner compass vacillates between Poles of eternal day and endless night.
Earth mourns for Thee, the dew-filled grasses' tears Anoint my feet in sorrow as I walk Across the meadows of those sunlit years. The skies at evening weep, I hear the talk
Of living things in the muted morning's air, Of beauty lost that cannot now be found, Thy presence in the fields of our despair, Thy love too fathomless to sound.
A grace implanted in our mortal soil The scars of man's inconstant heart will heal And all the labour of his skyward toil Reward and all his ignorance repeal,
The chasms of our ignorance shall bridge With knowledge hewn from an immortal sphere And we shall see as on a gleaming ridge The sun of our illumining appear,
Protecting by inviolable Force The destiny of souls, this destined earth And keeps the spirit to its godward course Nurturing the superhuman birth.
Poems Undated (1727)
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