I will hew great windows for my soul, Channels of splendor, portals of release; Out of earth's prison walls will I hew them, That my thundering soul may push through them; Through the strata of human strife and passion I will tunnel a way, I will carve and fashion With the might of my soul's intensity Windows fronting on immensity, Towering out of time I will breathe the air of another clime That my spirit's pain may cease. That the being of me may have room to grow, That my eyes may meet God's eyes and know; I will hew great windows, wonderful windows, Measureless windows for my soul. |