Father God,
Father God, though the winds
Howl sorrow into raptures of anguish.
They cannot blow me down.
Or love for you extinguish.
In your mysteries I see beyond of all
That worlds have to say and do and feel.
I feel their truth above all truth precise.
Where minds must ever toss and reel.
Like mystery maiden oer the maidens of the world.
Her face is veiled and dimly do I see her.
But all her dimness is a splendor matchless
Amidst the world’s bestial stir.
Oh maiden of mystery draw me.
Till all my heart is wrapped in awe.
In a beauty I cannot frame.
Nor leave for kingdoms of straw.
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