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Sojourner's Songs

The intimations of our golden youth

Are whispering the dreams of manhood-

Subtle ways of ageless yearning

Which in kind with ambient stars

Quarterly describes, in subtle play

The chiming of a universal soul

Whose consort is a universal heart

In man or woman, ever yielding scales

From pole to pole, the hermeneutic art.

Sweet songs of knowing, harmonies in time

Resolved, upwelling, urging on the climb

Of sacred being, born to unify…

Conceived of ash, from ash to mount the skies

On wings supernal, loft on fiery reins

To ring the victors’ anthem and the aims

Of truth and love for life’s enduring worth!

 

 

 

O fair noblesse and sweet repose

Of sacred care, always we hold you dear

In trials of election and sojourning.

Your constant grace, deep from within, unfolds

To free the tortured thought and lonely fears

Of desperate nights and homesick yearning.

 

At last in you we find the kindliness

Of heart, whose honored worth is bright as gold

To phantom souls and this, too darkened, world.

Your equipage and host of tenderness

Wrought pure intent, more sure than has been told

Of truth by men, the best of mind unfurled!

 

Let none forget, in U we find our rest

From whom we’re born, to whom we must return

Our hope of innocence, in us the best

Of love, whose lamp has ever inward burned.

 

 

 

Mystery of love that sends

In timeless whispers, on the mend

Of heart and mind, eternal tides

Of being; faith unto sacred faith

Raising up the ancient gates

Where mercy ever abides.

 

Patiently, your mourning dove

Has preened the pinions of our love

Recouping every bit of life’s content.

At last, what awful beauty drapes the sea

And broods the dark on holy wings of peace

A train of captives, born to pure intent!

 

Still working yet upon the day

Though battered in the idols’ fray

To overcome the world and show forth

The proven heart, all worthlessness disposed;

Not trusting in those shadowy ways

But piercing what, upon the naked eye

Has taunted love, too dimly beheld.

 

While alone the thought matured

One social pact allied the tortured doubts

And rose upon the gate Beautiful

Acceptance and cooperation

Our universal worth, more brightly lit!

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Apr 14, 2012
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