AT BENEDICTION
By Eleanor Rogers Cox
Joy, beauty, awe, supremest worship blending
In one long breath of perfect ecstasy,
Song from our hearts to God's own Heart ascending,
The mortal merged in immortality.
There, veiled beneath that sacramental whiteness,
The wonder that all wonders doth transcend,
The Word that kindled chaos into brightness,
Our Lord, our God, our origin, our end.
Light, light, a sea of light, unshored, supernal,
Is all about our finite being spread,
Deep, soundless waves of harmonies eternal
Their balm celestial on our spirits shed.
O Source of Life! O Fount of waters living!
O Love, to whom all powers of mind and soul,
We give, and find again within the giving,
Of Thee renewed, made consecrate and whole.
PRIMROSE HILL
By Olive Custance
Wild heart in me that frets and grieves,
Imprisoned here against your will . . .
Sad heart that dreams of rainbow wings . . .
See! I have found some golden things!
The poplar trees on Primrose Hill
