New World Descending

There is so much poignant beauty here

And greater riches waiting to descend,

I hear a music from an unknown sphere

Singing of joys I scarce can comprehend,

A song entrancing, voicing the secret bliss,

Awaiting the dual Advent's response to our plea,

The godhead's stamp and seal, the sacred kiss,

The single tone of infinite harmony.

For we have seen Her walk on dove-white feet

Clearing the golden pathway for our lives

Where the shadows of our habit-selves retreat

And the aspiration of the heart survives.

In the busy desert of our days

Into its sameness of scenery drab and drear

A brighter dawn appears and undreamt ways;

Beyond the bourne of time His voice we hear

And know that all is Grace and at the last

The thread that ties us all we recognize

And fling the mind-wove mantle of the past

As scene upon scene unfolds before our eyes,

To stand upon the edge of destiny

Disrobed of the dusty garb of fate, and free.

We hold Them in the eye of memory,

One turn and all is God's infinity.