Blest, sacred wilderness, no more forlorn!
In your embosomed majesty
Is held the glory of a risen morn,
Joyous, divine, sublimely free!
Darkling, yet beautiful; what fruitage springs
From fertile fields of loneliness!
For here divine Love angel-comfort brings
To feed man's higher self, and bless.
No progress Spiritward can mortals make
Until your blessings they have sought,
Rejoicing as from Love supreme they take
The lessons that seem dearly bought!
In loneliness the glories of God's day
Take form; and thus it is mankind
Becomes enlightened, as the shadows gray
Dissolve before the power of Mind!
Blest wilderness! Your promise is fulfilled;
Love's dayspring glorious is here;
All grief and pain and selfishness is stilled.
Behold! His realm divinely near!
