 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
OPEN SECRETS.
The truth lies round about us, all
Too closely to be sought,—
So open to our vision that
'T is hidden to our thought.
Too closely to be sought,—
So open to our vision that
'T is hidden to our thought.
We know not what the glories
Of the grass, the flower, may be;
We needs must struggle for the sight
Of what we always see.
Of the grass, the flower, may be;
We needs must struggle for the sight
Of what we always see.
Waiting for storms and whirlwinds,
And to have a sign appear,
We deem not God is speaking in
The still small voice we hear.
And to have a sign appear,
We deem not God is speaking in
The still small voice we hear.
In reasoning proud, blind leaders of
The blind, through life we go,
And do not know the things we see,
Nor see the things we know.
The blind, through life we go,
And do not know the things we see,
Nor see the things we know.
Single and indivisible,
We pass from change to change,
Familiar with the strangest things,
And with familiar, strange.
We pass from change to change,
Familiar with the strangest things,
And with familiar, strange.
We make the light through which we see
The light, and make the dark:
To hear the lark sing, we must be
At heaven's gate with the lark.
The light, and make the dark:
To hear the lark sing, we must be
At heaven's gate with the lark.
| [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |