Seeds of Vision
WITHIN the aming
circles of my thought
New seeds of vision grow;
From the heart of timeless silences they are brought
In a rain of rapture-glow.
The grey moments of
life no more can veil
The moon-bright face of God;
My dreams sing to him like Heavens nightingale,
Far from this earth-abode
On a soul-solitary
height, where all
Our movements nd a deep
Tranquillity broken by no dim footfall
Or murmuring breath of sleep.
A divine beauty
wakes now everywhere;
Nature becomes a white
Altar of Grace, an everlasting prayer
Towards the Innite.
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