390. Spring’s Sacrament

‘LIFT up your hearts!’ The holy dews

Asperge the woodland throng;

Dawn after dawn the lark renews

His miracle of song;

While taper-like the crocus pricks

Athwart the yearning sod;

The primrose lifts his golden pyx,

And God looks forth to God.

The symbols blind, the visions fail,

Our souls strain out to Thee;

Within the leaf, the light, the veil,

Is Thy Felicity.

O Heart of all the world’s desire,

Breathe from around, above,

The mystic kiss of Fire to fire

That Love will yield to love!