By one great Heart the Universe is stirred: | |
By Its strong pulse, stars climb the darkening blue; | |
It throbs in each fresh sunset’s changing hue, | |
And thrills through low sweet song of every bird: | |
By It, the plunging blood reds all men’s veins; | |
Joy feels that heart against his rapturous own, | |
And on It, Sorrow breathes her sharpest groan; | |
It bounds through gladnesses and deepest pains. | |
Passionless beating through all Time and Space, | |
Relentless, calm, majestic in Its march, | |
Alike, though Nature shake heaven’s endless arch, | |
Or man’s heart break, because of some dead face! | |
’Tis felt in sunshine greening the soft sod, | |
In children’s smiling, as in mother’s tears; | |
And, for strange comfort, through the aching years, | |
Men’s hungry souls have named that great Heart, God! -Margaret Deland, 1917 |
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Heart..............................................
Life
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