Dear God, one yearning lovely thought I pray,—
I whisper it,—that day by day
The Christ in consciousness may clearer grow
Until I see Thee face to face and know
My prayer is answered; for the peace
Of Love's tranquillity brings surcease
From all life's woes, and Truth triumphant shows,
As shadows, mankind's mortal foes.
The shadows darkly veiled my erring sight;
I groped among them, seeking light.
Dimly I felt the living Truth, though hid,
And silently I stood; and then amid
The stillness, heard His gentle voice:
Lift up the Christ, lift up the Christ, rejoice;
Keep consciousness so pure and true and clear
The Christ, God's man, will then appear.
