Robert Norwood
Where parrots pause and peep,
And all day long the greedy ibis feeds :
We went flowing, flowing,
And eternally out-going
From the impulse of the mighty love of God !
Lift up your head, O my brother, my friend ! Know that your shame is the shame of the stream- Memory floods all its banks, but the end What is the end? Tis a realized dream Dreamt in the depths of an infinite peace Ere the first star of the morning arose Over the earth ! Since the river s release From the pure spring, how it flows ! How it flows, Bears on its bosom the sorrows of man, Sin and the wreckage of faith and of truth, Lust and hot murder, the primitive ban : Eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth ! Yet that same bosom babe Moses did bare Safe in his cradle of wattles ! Its tide Floated the tree, on which Christ, crucified, Bled for His love of the stream and His share Of the Past !
Lift up your head and endure ! Are we not part of the All, and as pure?
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