Saturday, June 21, 2014

 . . . . Soon shall the song
   That rolls all down the ages blend its voice
With our weak utterance and make us strong;
   That we, borne forward still, may still rejoice,

Fronting the wave of change.  Thou who alone
   Changeless remainest, O most mighty Soul,
Hear us before we vanish!  O make known
   Thyself in us, us in Thy living whole.

-- Edward Carpenter
(in Poetry of the Spirit, edited by Alan Jacobs)

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