XII
THE INTROIT
It is the concealment of God in humanity which causes
the sleep of this life.
An Opening of the Gates
Open Thy gates; behold we open ours!
We have destroy'd our earthworks, broken down
All roofs and battlements; our Babel towers
Are rent to fragments. Give us entrance now
Within the holy precincts of Thy town!
We have been far enough from Thee apart,
Long exiled from Thy palace and Thy throne;
Let us behold Thy face, and teach us how
The wondrous secret of the world is known
By the ineffable glory of Thy crown
And in the life eternal of Thy heart.
Believe in the great things, practise mansuetude and
sweetness.
