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Show The Whliiwlnd Road. Tho Muses wrapped In mysteries of hRht, Came In a rush tmuslc on tho night; Aud I was llfAill wildly on quick wings, ' Aud borne oriy Into the deep of things, The dead doow of my being broke apart; A wind of rapture blew across tho heart; Thu Inward song of worlds rang still nnd clear; I felt the Mystery tho Mnses fear; Yet they went swiftening on the ways untrod, And hurled mo bre.tthlcs. nt tho feet of God. I felt faint tnnchesof the Final Truih Moments of trembling love, moments of youth. A vision swept away tho human wnll: Slowl.t I saw the meaning of It all Meaning of life und time und death aud birth. But cannot tell It to tho men of Earth. I only point the way, and they musi go Thu whirlwind road of aoug if they would know. Edwin Markhnm. |