O Beauty Imperishable

WHAT world of power you hold in your mortal hands,

O beauty imperishable of heavens Mood!

On the wonder-verge of earth your
gure stands

Like a sun crowning the sky-solitude.

We follow our time-grey round and cannot see

The In
nites splendour mirrored in your face,

Or feel you bear our pale mortality

Like a weary child in your fathomless embrace.

The kingdom of your light you now have brought

That its immortal treasures we may share

And grow beyond the passionate
re of thought

Into a universe of tranquil prayer.

Everywhere now is heard the ardent cry

That you have wakened in each yearning soul:

In you we
nd our dream of eternity

And capture in your heart Gods limitless whole.

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