Alive to the truth thag dwells in God’s extremes,
Awake to a motion of all-seeing Force,
The slow outcome of the long ambiguous years
And the unexpected good from woeful deeds,
The immortal sees not as we vainly see.
He makes no haste to unite the cosmic knot
Or the world’s torn jarring heart to recincile.
In Time he waits for the eternal’s hour.
When nothing we can see but drift and bale,
A mighty Guidance leads us still through all.
A date is fixed in the calendar of the Unknown,
All will come near that now is naught or far.
These calm and distant Mights shall act at last.
Immovably ready for their destined task,
Await the sound of the Incarnate’s voice
And portent the soul’s immense uprise.