I do not fear his silvering decay:
So lightly tethered to the earth am I
That traveling by my star, I reach the high,
White silences ... and view the Master's weaving,
Its flawless primrose strands, the gray relieving.
How beautiful the pattern He has woven
For me to follow! Never shall the cloven-
Hoof and lion-roar leave tragic scars
On its ultimate perfection. Even war's
Harsh and discordant notes of death will blend
Into His symphony where kingdoms have no end.
Speed swiftly time. As you pass, clear and free,
I hear the steps of immortality.
