Iv

"Come, oh, come! No longer shall language be dumb! Thy vision shall grasp-- As one doth the glittering hasp Of a sword made splendid with gems and with gold-- The wonder and richness of life, not anguish and hate of it merely. And out of the stark Eternity, awful and dark, Immensity silent and cold,-- Universe-shaking as trumpets, or cymbaling metals, Imperious; yet pensive and pearly And soft as the rosy unfolding of petals, Or crumbling aroma of blossoms that wither too early,-- The majestic music of God, where He plays On the organ, eternal and vast, of eons and days."