Spirit-Songs

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.