iJORNING: FROM THE HILLS.
THE flaming life of Love divine,
Whose earthly ensign is the Sun,
Brings at this hour His bread and wine.
For lifted hearts to feed thereon.
Like far-off trumpets faintly heard, That radiance pricked the walls of sense, And naked Spirit, at its word,
Resumed her own intelligence.
No thought, no wisdom came to me : Only to feel, with quickening breath, The inflow of a shimmering sea That made transparency of Death.
No wonder was there, haw or why, No need nor wish to test or prove ; That instant of eternity Did make me one with all I love.
SYDNEY 0 L I VIER.