| Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914. | | | | The Awakening | | By Christian Binkley |
| | | I SEE the mystery of life anew, | |
| Bright angels have passed by me: I have heard | |
| A whirr of wings, and voices in adieu. | |
| Now all that seems is hushed, scarcely are stirred | |
| The curtains of the soul, and all things seem | 5 |
| Brooding, and big with portents like the night. | |
| But now I thought I saw the distant gleam | |
| Of angel pinions in the western light, | |
| And heard the fading music: then it rolled | |
| In floods of living sound; and as they swept | 10 |
| Around, in whispered awe they spoke and told | |
| The secrets of the universe. I kept | |
| The fragments that I heard: now all things are | |
| Lit with a glory not of sun or star. | | | | |
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