05.05.2012, 17:05
The Quest Divine
ONCE, sitting in my cottage, rapt in thought,
When winds of winter shook the noisy pane,
I seemed to hear a Voice across the rain,
The Lord thy God too long thou hast forgot:
Then I arose, and faced the storm, and sought
The Lord my God through all the Earth and main,
And knelt apart with tears in many a fane,
And wrestled sore with books, but found Him not. -
So deeming Earth was but an empty shrine,
Unto my lowly cottage I returned
With wasted limbs and soul within me dead,
When lo! upon the threshold I had spurned,
Mine eyes were opened, and I wept and said,
My Lord! my God! the Voice that spake was Thine!
ONCE, sitting in my cottage, rapt in thought,
When winds of winter shook the noisy pane,
I seemed to hear a Voice across the rain,
The Lord thy God too long thou hast forgot:
Then I arose, and faced the storm, and sought
The Lord my God through all the Earth and main,
And knelt apart with tears in many a fane,
And wrestled sore with books, but found Him not. -
So deeming Earth was but an empty shrine,
Unto my lowly cottage I returned
With wasted limbs and soul within me dead,
When lo! upon the threshold I had spurned,
Mine eyes were opened, and I wept and said,
My Lord! my God! the Voice that spake was Thine!