O Bright! The Stateliness And Grace

O Bright! thy stateliness and grace Thy bearing and thy dignity Bring intuition of the place That still is native unto thee. Solely thy native airs delight Can still thy silences embalm, Solely thy native leven smite Through thunders of unbroken calm. A twyfold presence is and seems To emanate from thine atmosphere, Clothed in reality and dreams It is in heaven, and it is here. The forms of love enfolding thee To flowers of earth and heaven belong, Whose roots take hold in mystery Too deep for song, too deep for song.