INFINITE BECKONING.
I.
FROM the drift of a star to the drift of a soul,
The world is all miracle, under control;
The butterfly's wing and man's reverent awe
Alike wear the chain of inscrutable Law;—
A law that allures us, but ever eludes,
That baffles our grasping, but never deludes;
We never can hold it; it holds us secure,
And the wisest in reading shall longest endure;
A Faith-bow of promise—a promise replete—
Forever fulfilling, but never complete;
We chase where it beckons, and gather the gold,
And lo, on before us, new treasures unfold!
The world is all miracle, under control;
The butterfly's wing and man's reverent awe
Alike wear the chain of inscrutable Law;—
A law that allures us, but ever eludes,
That baffles our grasping, but never deludes;
We never can hold it; it holds us secure,
And the wisest in reading shall longest endure;
A Faith-bow of promise—a promise replete—
Forever fulfilling, but never complete;
We chase where it beckons, and gather the gold,
And lo, on before us, new treasures unfold!
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