EPIPHANY

There is nothing that eases my heart so much

As the wind that blows from the purple hills;

‘ Tis a hand of balsam whose healing touch

Unburdens my bosom of ills.

There is nothing that causes my soul to rejoice

Like the sunset flaming without a flaw:

‘ Tis a burning bush whence God's own voice

Addresses my spirit with awe.

There is nothing that hallows my mind, meseems,

Like the night with its moon and its stars above;

‘ Tis a mystical lily whose golden gleams

Fulfill my being with love.

There is nothing, no, nothing, we see and feel.

That speaks to our souls some beautiful thought,

That was not created to help us, and heal

Our lives that are overwrought.