A SUNFLOWER burning on to meet the sun, A river for the boundless ocean bound, An arc that trembles toward the 'perfect round,' Until, the long watch kept, the race all run, Heart's heart is found! No foe our secret fortress can betray, For at the Master's feet the key we cast, Till earth's estranging destiny be past; Rejoicing, toiling, through the lonely day, To meet at last! To meet at last?—Do we not daily meet, By grief and distance undivided still, When through the Mill-wheel, with a sacred thrill, We feel redoubled power more nobly beat,— One life, one will! |