POEMS

I

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me

seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a

brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my

accustomed shelter; I forgot that there abides the old in the new, and

that there also thou abidest.

Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou

leadest me it is thou, the same, the one companion of my endless life

who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar. When one

knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me

my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the One in the

play of the many.

Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, Volume 01 October-March, 1912-13 · 第 62 / 157 题