THROUGH the fathomless peace of the starlight, Through the feverish travail of mind, Through the love of the live heart within me, I search, -- and this ever I find: Totality, busy creating, Through being, the law that I see; A universe steadily working The work that shall render it free. When the patience of law universal Shall issue in mastery of law, -- When the freedom that grows of the "must be" Shall reign in its infinite awe. When virtue is lost in its issue, When sweetly hath blossomed the rod, The fruit of Totality's travail -- The ultimate rest -- shall be "GOD." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS NIGHT BLOSSOMING by JANICE BLANCHARD |