 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
“IF, ONE GREAT DAY”
If, one great day, the God I seeAflame in blade and bush and tree,
In the white dawn and passing sun—
Shall I not joy in that clear sight
And tell in song my strange delight,
Tho' come a day when mist and cloud
Shall the celestial presence shroud?
O, shall I not be bold,
And cry, “Behold!”
Tho' swift the vision darkens and is done?
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |