Show the exiled god by DOUGLAS MALLOCH H rl OW much mortal duro dare to ill hope well pen even now t there here ome come hours honis when eglantine and in liell trope are somehow some something lhing more than linn low floi ers hours W when lien some other sense B nse than ight thrills with mth tile the gardens b glad glaid light how flow anich may mortal dire dare to drea till well I 1 have stood beside the bara beheld tile lie moonlight on in the he stream and caught the con co neise vise of stars some language heard and understood who ine knew no word who has not known an hour flour like this perhaps in an instant in ili the strife when rose or song or moon or kiss hiss lifted ills his spirit out of life obliterating earthly things yea for a moment felt ills his kingsl some other sense some come hour of earth links earth and heaven sky and sod I 1 whispers the secret of ills birth man alan hears and knows lie Is a god an exiled god who but awaits the opening of his palace gates inside those gates such gardens lie As earthly gardens only hint and their reflections make our sky give est its irs color enst east its tint earth has its ita trees its bloom its ita grass till greater wonders come to puss pass how flow much may mortal dare to hope how much may mortal care to dream I 1 that we shall walk who only grope the godlike thing wo we some thines am in fleeting moments we ne shall be through all our immortality fib 6 by mcclar |