Deep beneath his rustic habit finds himself a king;

For a fiery moment looking with the eyes of God

Over fields a slave at morning bowed him to the sod.

Blind and dense with revelation every moment flies.

And unto the mighty mother, gay, eternal, rise

All the hopes we hold, the gladness, dreams of things to be.

One of all thy generations, mother, hails to thee.

Hail, and hail, and hail for ever, though I turn again

From thy joy unto the human vestiture of pain.

I, thy child who went forth radiant in the golden prime,

Find thee still the mother-hearted through my night in time:

Find in thee the old enchantment there behind the veil

Where the gods, my brothers, linger. Hail, for ever hail!

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DIVINE VISITATION

The heavens lay hold on us: the starry rays

Fondle with flickering fingers brow and eyes:

A new enchantment lights the ancient skies.

What is it looks between us gaze on gaze?

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