The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
III
We know Thee beautiful,We know Thee bitter!
Help Thou!—Men's eyes are dull,
O God most beautiful!
Make Thou their souls less full
Of things mere glitter.
Dost Thou not see our tears?
Dost Thou not hear the years
Treading our hearts to shards,
O Lord of all the Lords?—
Give heed, O God of Hosts,
There 'mid Thy glorious ghosts,
Most high and holy!
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Have mercy on our years!
Our strivings and our fears,
O Lord of lordly peers,
On us, so lowly!
The poems of Madison Cawein | ||