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Are but as tales of any common book:
Where is the light by which my soul should look,
Dear Book of Mystery?
Where is the light by which my soul should look,
Dear Book of Mystery?
Love is both eye and ear.
When like the west wind breathes my longing prayer,
Pausing the need of humblest hearts to share,
Then will sweet parables unfold their sense,
And Nature speak with all her eloquence.
Let the heart stagnate o'er its selfish dreams,
And life a veiled and silent statue seems:
Leaning upon the bosom of the Lord,
Love hears the lightest whispers of His word.
Love is both eye and ear.
When like the west wind breathes my longing prayer,
Pausing the need of humblest hearts to share,
Then will sweet parables unfold their sense,
And Nature speak with all her eloquence.
Let the heart stagnate o'er its selfish dreams,
And life a veiled and silent statue seems:
Leaning upon the bosom of the Lord,
Love hears the lightest whispers of His word.
Love is both eye and ear.
The grace of the bending grasses,
The flush of the dawn-lit sky,
The scent that lingers and passes
When the loitering wind goes by,—
Are gushes and hints of sweetness,
From the unseen deeps afar;
The foam-edge of heaven's completeness
Swept outward through flower and star.
The flush of the dawn-lit sky,
The scent that lingers and passes
When the loitering wind goes by,—
Are gushes and hints of sweetness,
From the unseen deeps afar;
The foam-edge of heaven's completeness
Swept outward through flower and star.
