ANGRY I clamored at the golden gate
Of Love. "Look now, O Love," I said, "and see;
Look at the chaos, suffering, fear, and hate!
Can you not end it, O great Majesty?"
No answer came from that far-distant sky.
Lone must I toil the sad world's tears to dry.
But ever as I worked some sudden gleam
Of joy and beauty from that world so high
Came glinting in through all the mist and dream—
Some message from that presence drawing nigh.
"Be of good cheer," it seemed to say to me;
"Receive thy sight, and all my beauty see."
Then when all earthly hopes and fears were gone
Heaven opened as to those of long ago,
And all its radiance sudden round me shone;
A glorious brightness more than earth can know
Enfolded me, and soft a voice did chide,
"All, all is beauty; Love knows naught beside."
