The Vales of Paradise

I would tell you of the wonders that the earth has shown to me

Of the trilling of a meadowlark or cosmic symphony,

The stirring of the conscious soil, the planting of a seed

Or the harvest of the inner fields, the psychic being's mead

And the fragrance when the soul departs to find its homing tree,

All these and more my songs of life and love would sing to thee.

I could tell you tales of mountains and the silence I have known

In the hush of orange sunset when the birds have lately flown,

Of the sweetness of the lily and the magic of the rose

And all my youth's and manhood's joys and trials I would disclose

Or tell you tales of wanderings until the stars wore thin

And when the sun illumining my days of dark broke in,

Yet I shall tell you none of these but look into Your eyes

And see beyond those moonlike orbs the vales of Paradise.