Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Margaret Deland (18571945)232. Life
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By Its strong pulse, stars climb the darkening blue;
It throbs in each fresh sunset’s changing hue,
And thrills through low sweet song of every bird:
Joy feels that heart against his rapturous own,
And on It, Sorrow breathes her sharpest groan;
It bounds through gladnesses and deepest pains.
Relentless, calm, majestic in Its march,
Alike, though Nature shake heaven’s endless arch,
Or man’s heart break, because of some dead face!
In children’s smiling, as in mother’s tears;
And, for strange comfort, through the aching years,
Men’s hungry souls have named that great Heart, God!