The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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April 17
CHILD VISION |
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The Prisoner of Love | ||
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April 17 CHILD VISION
“Except a man be born again, he cannot see.”—St. John iii. 3.
O to be once again a child
And with round eyes of wonder look
Out into all, yet undefil'd—
Each page of beauty in God's Book!
O to stand face to face, content,
With Nature and its noblest forms
Not mapt and marred, and battle-rent
By ethnic strife and squalid storms!
And with round eyes of wonder look
Out into all, yet undefil'd—
Each page of beauty in God's Book!
O to stand face to face, content,
With Nature and its noblest forms
Not mapt and marred, and battle-rent
By ethnic strife and squalid storms!
O to be once again a child,
And as the Maker just to mark
The primal thought, that reconcil'd
His discords of the light and dark!
O to possess the immediate sight
Which is not angels' and to know,
Without dim steps that stumble right,
The meaning of this maze below!
And as the Maker just to mark
The primal thought, that reconcil'd
His discords of the light and dark!
O to possess the immediate sight
Which is not angels' and to know,
Without dim steps that stumble right,
The meaning of this maze below!
O to be once again a child
As Jesus was, and behind law
To touch the truths whereon He smil'd,
Ere blurred by sin or craven awe!
O to drink in without a bar
The joy and essence of each thing,
The secret of the stone or star
At the one solemn blessèd Spring!
As Jesus was, and behind law
To touch the truths whereon He smil'd,
Ere blurred by sin or craven awe!
O to drink in without a bar
The joy and essence of each thing,
The secret of the stone or star
At the one solemn blessèd Spring!
The Prisoner of Love | ||