BRONZE
SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY
Their gaze uplifting from shoals of despairLike phantoms groping enswathed from the lightUp from miasmic depths, children of night,Surge to the piping of Hope's dulcet lay,Souled like the lily, whose splendors declareGod's mazed paradox—purged of all blight,Out from the quagmire, unsullied and fair.
Life holds her arms o'er the festering way,Smiles, as their faith-sandalled rushes prevail,Slowly the sun rides the marge of the day,Wine to the lips sorely anguished and pale;On, ever on, do the serried ranks swayCharging the ultimate, rending the veil.
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