This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... But lo, --lo, cometh The white bloom now; Far down is its star-like gleam; The young lambs' bleat and the green grass glow, --Just a little while to dream! THE GOLDEN PRESENCE. Sits my God in some high place, All-concentrate, rounding in? Lives he not in act of grace, Season's hour and cataract's din? ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... But lo, --lo, cometh The white bloom now; Far down is its star-like gleam; The young lambs' bleat and the green grass glow, --Just a little while to dream! THE GOLDEN PRESENCE. Sits my God in some high place, All-concentrate, rounding in? Lives he not in act of grace, Season's hour and cataract's din? Is my genius part of me, Or some beautiful, long dead? Sits the sunlight on the tree Just to tell me, "Lift thy head "? That my heart beats, is it He? That fruit ripens, is it less? That land holds apart from sea, Or that clime gives mental dress? Is not God in all true things? Is that true which is law not? Rises one on crimsoned wings To the purest heights of thought? What is perfect to obey? What is wholly true as God? What cannot be rent away In the man, sky, air or clod? Is my genius God to me? Is the genius of the race Inner flower or nation's key, Keeping truth, God set in place? Build I temple not to Jove, If I wear the god of war? Build I less, in lean on love, To the Venus-reeling hour? Is the great all-God in thought, --What you, I, they think, maybe? What the tiger knows untaught, --Is that will the ancient He? A LITTLE DEDICATION. Where are you, dear? I send you this thought From the white sea of words and ideas, cast up. If you read it with love and are happy and true And think as I think, it is something to you. Where are you, dear? TRUTH'S KINGDOMS. The light of the east is adawn, The light of the west is atrue; But the light of the world is the won Truth, from the vaults of the blue. The light of the east is the sun, The light of the west is a star; But O, the soul, it has run Far into the sweeps of war! But down from the heights they draw, --Or ever come in from the deep, Sweet paeans of natural law While the gods of this world...
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Add this copy of Sons of the Sun; Poems to cart. $54.95, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2016 by Palala Press.
