in Patmos had a vision, told in the Apocalypse,
Full of dark unsolved enigmas leaving reason in
But this common world of beauty is our vision
As significant, entrancing, and inspired as John’s
John interpreted in fable records of the Hidden
reads the blessed scriptures of the wilderness may
What God means by night and morning, by the wild
bird songs in spring,
Or the mighty dirge of winter when the great pines
sway and sing.
Whoso reads the shining legend written in the
By the Author of the granite and the midnight’s
Shall find radiant revelation. Science toils through
Until Wisdom of a sudden floods the shadowy peaks
Wouldst thou learn God's primal secret? Hark
what Beauty has to say,
When the spirit thrills with rapture and the gates
of pride give way.
In the respite after seeking comes the whisper
of the Voice,
soul maintain her birthright,—mind fear not
and heart rejoice.
Ask no Medium to teach thee. God exists but to
To the seeker comes the knowledge. To the kindling
comes the fire.
Is thy speech as sweet as lilacs, and thy touch
as clean as dew?
Truth is walking in the twilight still, and has
a word for you.
Vital, vibrant, overruling are the forces of this
The creative urge forever bringing miracles to birth.
We are dream-enchanted beings, kin to rhythms
of light and air.
Singing wind and running water have us in their
Let the punctual tides instruct thee, and the
planets give thee poise.
the pine tree for thy teacher who life never irks
Live in friendship with the seasons, and their
skill will make thee whole.
Take the bird’s call and the brook’s
note for their tonic to thy soul.
Bathe in renaissance of morning, drink the solace
Feed on beauty for thy welfare and the strength
whence rapture springs;
So thy living soul shall sense the meaning of the
And thy being know the secret that creation’s