A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

l'OEK!! OJ' ULlOlOK,

Wz eow the glebe, we reap the corn,

We build the bou.ee where we may l'Mt,

.And then, at momenta, auddenly,

We look up to the great wide 1lty,

Inquiring wherefore we were born •••

For earuest, or for-jeat 1

The eenset folding thick and dark

About the sti11ed eoul within

We guee~~ diviner thing~ beyon~,

And yearn to them with yearning fond i

We strike out blindly to a mark

Be1ieved in, but not eeen.

We vibrate to the pant and thrill

Wherewith Eteroity hu curl'd

In eerpent-twine about God' a aeat I

While, Creaheni.ng upward to Ria feet,

In llr&(lual growth Hie full-leaved ,-ill

lhpandl from world to world.

And in the tumult and exceae

ol act and paaaion under sun,

We eometimea h~h, eof\ and far,

.A.e 1ilver etar did touch with star,

The ld.ee or Peace and Righteou.meu

Through all things that are done.

God keepe his holy myateriea

JUit on the outside of man'a dream I

In dia~n Blow, we thi.nlt

To bear their pinions riee and aink,

While they float pure beneath B.ia eyes,

Like awana &down a stream.

Abetractions are they, from the forma
Of H.ia great beauty 1-e:u.ltations
From Hill great glory 2-etron.g previaion.a
Of what we ahall be ?-intuitions
or what we are-in calma and atorme,
Beyond our peace and paaaion.a1