What glory the unseen flower knows
A lost and lovely lilly, or a wild red rose –
Whom the site shall see
Down unfrequented trail, under the tall pine tree.
Transcendence planted by God’s own hand
Deep within a withdrawn wilderness land –
None ‘cept angels such beauty shall observe
In removed regions where only the wind is heard.
Beauty is shone in vain
When none seek it fain –
It takes the words of a lingering poet
To truly notice, and to show it.
Around the moon floats a glimmering ring
Listen to the heart, and you will hear it sing –
The stars cheerfully join in
As night enters the desert, once again.
Remote vision beauty will show
A day in nature, such depth to know –
Sunrise to sunset
So much to see, coming yet.
It looks for all the unnoticing world
Like simply a night and a day – but, what it regards
Is Life on earth, with
Heaven upon its way.
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