 | Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton |  |
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QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.
All spiritual questions yet unsolved
Are ask'd by their own answers, which, concealed
At first, are sure at last to be revealed;
Bills safe, or soon or later, to come due;
Safe at the right time to be honoured too;—
Are ask'd by their own answers, which, concealed
At first, are sure at last to be revealed;
Bills safe, or soon or later, to come due;
Safe at the right time to be honoured too;—
For this great universe is not a nest
Of boxes within boxes, to be forced
Lid after lid, until the last and least
Rewards the searcher with, forsooth, at best
An empty rhyme, or an insulting jest.
Of boxes within boxes, to be forced
Lid after lid, until the last and least
Rewards the searcher with, forsooth, at best
An empty rhyme, or an insulting jest.
Shall it be thought that the great Lord o' th' world
Hath twisted up its fibres into curled
Notes of interrogation, whose bent backs
Man shall not straighten, but must still let stand
Crooked and querying still on every hand?
Hath twisted up its fibres into curled
Notes of interrogation, whose bent backs
Man shall not straighten, but must still let stand
Crooked and querying still on every hand?
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Let us not cast such stone at our Creator,
Nor doubt that He will prove full Revelator:—
The world ignores man with her scornful eye;
‘O Sphinx!’ he falters; but she with the cry
‘O Œdipus!’ must finally reply.
Nor doubt that He will prove full Revelator:—
The world ignores man with her scornful eye;
‘O Sphinx!’ he falters; but she with the cry
‘O Œdipus!’ must finally reply.
The promised Cubic City, full of light,
E'en now descending from God's heavenly height,
Has touched the earth. O happy they whose right
It is to find a path that penetrates
Within its twelvefold angel-guarded gates!
E'en now descending from God's heavenly height,
Has touched the earth. O happy they whose right
It is to find a path that penetrates
Within its twelvefold angel-guarded gates!
But sorrow for the nations, who, with creed
Ill understood, or shattered, darkly stray,
And in wastes godless, or false-godded, bleed!
Be gentle with them, teachers, who essay
To show them than their own a better way.
Ill understood, or shattered, darkly stray,
And in wastes godless, or false-godded, bleed!
Be gentle with them, teachers, who essay
To show them than their own a better way.
And oh be ours indeed the better way!
Be ours the truest, worthiest thoughts of Thee,
Thoughts that behold, not dream; adore, not play;
Sincere and brave, large and sublimely free,
Yet led not by ourselves, O Lord, but Thee!
Be ours the truest, worthiest thoughts of Thee,
Thoughts that behold, not dream; adore, not play;
Sincere and brave, large and sublimely free,
Yet led not by ourselves, O Lord, but Thee!
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