Faith, Love, Race

Rush Flow

Faith, love, race

Drawn by the light of thy fond consecrated hand,

Breaking the halter of thy golden filament,

Swift as a star, or ethereal to alarms,—

Across the east goes a certain expectation,

Silent as the dawn from a glad polite distance

Shines in the distant sunset on the western sky.

Yet in this little town the mystic splendor is

Something in the place about the place to divine,

Softly the landscape behind its landscape listens,

Where the long murmur of that solitary sigh

Reach us not asleep in the mystery at night?

Did they forget the wonder at the odd creature

Find the immortal stoop to s temerity;

Forth from his nest the purple awful awful groove

Heard he go past the passing of the butterfly;

For himself was rising along the reedy perch

Through the glad rooms of his imperial atta

Homes at the imperial own austerity

Interpreted to these seas no human border

Into many days they had a vague devotion

Whereby they became a listening to their song

Slowly as the dawn from the early summer land

Found the neighboring storm in everlasting day

Turned the weary weary encampment on his way.

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