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Friday, October 7, 2011

Orientation – a poem by May Maxwell

O thou divine Bird
From gardens of light!
Thy heart-piercing song
Hath shattered the night,
Dispelling the gloom
And flooding the air!
The world hath not seen
But felt thou wert there.

O thou divine Rose
From gardens of love!
Thy form of substance,
Thy breath from above,
Exhales to the world
A perfume so rare,
That tho' still unseen
We know thou art there.

O thou divine Star
From the realms on high!
Thy radiant beams
Fill earth, air, and sky!
Bereaved of the Sun
The world unaware
Now turns to Its Glory
And sees -- Thou art there!
(Star of the West, Vol. 15, No. 4, July, 1924)