Revolving without rest and goal...

Revolving without rest and goal . . . . . . . . . . The way of life of budding soul, From seed to leaf and stalk, I see it, From leaf to bloom and from bloom to whole.

About the Daystar, God-indwelt, It turneth to His influence felt, Till, dusk beam-smitten into daylight, It in the palpitant heavens doth melt.

Lift, lift, ye gates of endless noons, That entrance yield on God's own boons Of liberty as law in fruitage, And timeless months of transcendent Junes!