At Mother's Feet

No more need to recollect

The sunlit fields of youth at play

The loveliness of women's eyes

Or sadness for the dying day.

What gain in all of life's conquests

What profit for the growing soul

If only to recount again

Our fancy's dreams, desire's toll.

For we have knelt at Godhead's feet

And looked into diviner eyes

Than earth has known or God revealed

Through all our vaunted centuries.

All the profligate vital years

Our human joys, our human tears

Dissolve as now we bathe in light

Delivered from the grasp of night.