I Roam between the roses: everywhere
Their perfume streams. O heart of bliss laid bare,
Though but a counterfeit, yet are ye most fair!
Sunlight symbolical of God—behold
It flash dim splendor into living gold!
So Truth bids buried loveliness unfold.
Lo! Consciousness doth cry—The Christ is here!
And light hath come, so radiant, so clear,
It melts to nothingness the mists of fear.
Awakened from earth's dream at Truth's command,
I see man, altogether lovely, stand
God's perfect child within His holy land!
