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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 291
In miracles of fire
He symbols forth his days; In gleams of crystal light
Reveals what pure pathways Lead to the soul's desire, The silence of the height. |
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SYMBOLISM
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OW when the giant in us wakes and broods, Filled with home yearnings, drowsily he flings From his deep heart high dreams and mystic moods, Mixed with the memory of the loved earth-things; Clothing the vast with a familiar face, Reaching his right hand forth to greet the starry race.
Wondrously near and clear the great warm fires Stare from the blue ; so shows the cottage light
To the field laborer whose heart desires
The old folk by the nook, the welcome bright
From the housewife long parted from at dawn —
So the star villages in God's great depth withdrawn.
Nearer to thee, not by delusion led,
Though there no house-fires burn nor bright eyes gaze; We rise, but by the symbol charioted,
Through loved things rising up to Love's own ways; By these the soul unto the vast has wings, And sets the seal celestial on all mortal things. |
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