Divine in Human Clay

The years turn back to see thy smile,

Remembering thy soundless feet

That softly touched earth's breast awhile

Impressing love on our deceit.

What do we know who have not found

The guidance, the unerring light

Established on the spirit's ground

Cognizant of wrong and right.

The day is but a dream of thee

And night the counterpoint of day,

My heart retains the memory

Of One divine in human clay.