In the Moon-White Land of God

SOMEONE leads me through the ame-paved ways

To a moon-white land of God,

Where the shadow-calls of earth-weariness

Have but in a dream-mist trod.

Blue-grey clouds like rainbow-plumed birds

Voyage slowly in the air;

Like
re-point torches icker starry words

Burning in a diamond prayer.

In foam-eece billow-ranges of the sky

Through their rocky gates of gold

Tracks of my souls rugged journey lie

To thy heavens immortal fold.

Make my heart thy home and lead to the far

Vision where thy timeless breath

Glows beyond the sapphire-winged star

In the tranquil dome of Death.

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