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nature and the book.
It is the self-same tale; let me rejoice
In joy that His bewildered children have.
For they are glad in Him, the God Unknown:
O that they knew the sacred emphasis
The Word on Nature's loveliness has thrown,
And how the world by Christ's face lighted is,—
As if new sunshine brake into the air,—
As if fresh odors burst from everything!
This Book is a wide window, opening fair
Into the splendors of immortal Spring.
Nor shall it now be shut again on earth
Until that City, that dear Bride, descends,
All souls resound the heavenly marriage-mirth,
And all the blindness sin has brought us ends."
In joy that His bewildered children have.
For they are glad in Him, the God Unknown:
O that they knew the sacred emphasis
The Word on Nature's loveliness has thrown,
And how the world by Christ's face lighted is,—
As if new sunshine brake into the air,—
As if fresh odors burst from everything!
This Book is a wide window, opening fair
Into the splendors of immortal Spring.
Nor shall it now be shut again on earth
Until that City, that dear Bride, descends,
All souls resound the heavenly marriage-mirth,
And all the blindness sin has brought us ends."
