Poems (Jackson)/Expectancy
For works with similar titles, see Expectancy.
EXPECTANCY.
ERPETUAL dawn makes glorious all hills;Perpetual altar-feast sets fresh shew-bread;Perpetual symphony swells overhead;Perpetual revelation pours and fillsFor every eye and ear and soul which willsAnd waits, with will and waiting which are wedInto true harmony, like that which ledThe forces under which, with silent thrills,Earth's subtile life began. Ah, on the brinkOf each new age of great eternity, I think,After the ages have all countless grown,Our souls will poise and launch with eager wing,Forgetting blessedness already known,In sweet impatience for God's next good thing.