 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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THE HIGHER BROTHERHOOD
To come in touch with mysteries
Of beauty idealizing Earth,
Go seek the hills, grown green with trees,
The old hills wise with death and birth.
Of beauty idealizing Earth,
Go seek the hills, grown green with trees,
The old hills wise with death and birth.
There you may hear the heart that beats
In streams, where music has its source;
And in wild rocks of mossed retreats
Behold the silent soul of force.
In streams, where music has its source;
And in wild rocks of mossed retreats
Behold the silent soul of force.
Above the love that emanates
From human passion, and reflects
The flesh, must be the love that waits
On Nature, whose high call elects
From human passion, and reflects
The flesh, must be the love that waits
On Nature, whose high call elects
None to her secrets save the few
Who hold that facts are far less real
Than dreams, with which all facts indue
Themselves approaching the ideal.
Who hold that facts are far less real
Than dreams, with which all facts indue
Themselves approaching the ideal.
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