pes pass panoplied from war
In fields to sense unknown;
And over them a targe-like star
Blazed in its heaven alone;
And a chant of joy was blown afar;
And a soul-name rang 'neath that blinding star,
Which deep in a world crepuscular
My spirit knew for its own.
Then I turned, for the star-gleam dazzled my eyes,
And woke with a glad surprise!--

Woke with the earth-breath on my face.
The sunbeams filtered through
A tamarind in a stilly place;
I saw the brazen blue:
And suddenly Christ's healing grace
Fell round like holy dew.

And kindly faces passed and smiled;
And gentle voices spoke;
And, wondering like a waking child,
The night within me broke,
And from a heart grown reconciled
Went heavenward like thin smoke.

On all the bounds of ranging sight
The lifting gloom was riven.
The terrors of abysmal night
Fled like hushed horrors fly from light
By dawn's winged horsemen driven.
On the drifting hills of morn shone bright
The gonfalons of heaven.

Warm winds from palm-hung pleasances
Came through the lattice bars
With scents and murmurous harmonies;
Like splintered scimitars
The moonbeams through the banyan trees
Gleamed under Indian stars.

And far away, and far away
My heart went out forlorn;
'Mid benizons from far away
I felt my soul reborn;
And man from every palm-fringed bay
And mountain town where sunsets stay,
From sounding cities smoking grey
Called, called me down the morn ...

O magic of the morning sky!
O wonder of the moonlit sea!
O life--the vision and the cry
Into eternity!--
Eternity beneath, on high,
Veiled within cloud and clod,
That life in folly would vainly fly
Through the nethermost deep, through the uttermost high,--
Life that is God-doomed never to die
To the agony of God.

Too long to self my life had given
What was for soul alone;
To rob the sanctuaries had striven
To build a lone love's throne.
In vain we prop each little heaven
While men's souls turn to stone.

The good in ill let no man scorn;
The ill in good let all men find.
Our knowledge is the lesser morn;
Large night with stars behind
Shews most. Of spirit still is born
All life, all wonder; it shall