Revolving without rest and goal...

By Theodore Harding Rand

Revolving without rest and goal

The way of life of budding soul,

From seed to leaf and stalk, I see it,

From leaf to bloom and from bloom to whole.

About the Daystar, God-indwelt,

It turneth to His influence felt,

Till, dusk beam-smitten into daylight,

It in the palpitant heavens doth melt.

Lift, lift, ye gates of endless noons,

That entrance yield on God's own boons

Of liberty as law in fruitage,

And timeless months of transcendent Junes!