 | Poems by Christopher Pearse Cranch |  |
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Colour and Light.
The word unto the nations came,
And shone o'er many a darkened spot,
The pure white lustre of the flame
The darkness comprehended not;
And shone o'er many a darkened spot,
The pure white lustre of the flame
The darkness comprehended not;
Till broken into coloured light
Within the prism of the mind,
It traced upon the murky night
A rainbow-arch with hues defined.
Within the prism of the mind,
It traced upon the murky night
A rainbow-arch with hues defined.
And where the narrowed sunbeams turned
To colours all distinct, yet blended;
Thoughts glanced and struggling instincts yearned,
The darkness dimly comprehended.
To colours all distinct, yet blended;
Thoughts glanced and struggling instincts yearned,
The darkness dimly comprehended.
When shall the pure ethereal fire
Glow with a white interior heat?
When shall the truth of God inspire
The shaping soul with light complete?
Glow with a white interior heat?
When shall the truth of God inspire
The shaping soul with light complete?
Never, until a second youth
Renews the world—then may we see
The Primal Light—the unbroken Truth,
And gather life eternally!
Renews the world—then may we see
The Primal Light—the unbroken Truth,
And gather life eternally!
Sept. 1840.
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