Song to the Divine Mother
For ages Thou hast breathed upon mankind
A faint wild tenderness, a vague desire;
For ages stilled the whirlwinds of the mind,
And sent on lyric seers the rush of fire.
Some day our homeless cries will draw Thee down,
And the old brightness on the ways of men
Will send a hush upon the jangling town,
And broken hearts will learn to love again.
Come, Bride of God, to fill the vacant Throne,
Touch the dim Earth again with sacred feet;
Come build the Holy City of white stone,
And let the whole world's gladness be complete.
Come with the face that hushed the heavens of old—
Come with Thy maidens in a mist of light;
Haste, for the night falls and the shadows fold,
And voices cry and wander on the height.
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