SACRIFICE

Those delicate wanderers,

The wind, the star, the cloud,

Ever before mine eyes,

As to an altar bowed,

Light and dew-laden airs

Offer in sacrifice.

The offerings arise:

Hazes of rainbow light,

Pure crystal, blue, and gold,

Through dreamland take their flight;

And 'mid the sacrifice

God moveth as of old.

In miracles of fire

He symbols forth his days;

In gleams of crystal light

Reveals what pure pathways

Lead to the soul's desire,

The silence of the height.

RECONCILIATION

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