Classic Poem

The first consummations are only the first draughts of the everlasting cup; but the secret is to drink deeply .

J ourneys in the B lue D istance

A LITTLE space to move in, and a little space for sleep,
And then a space more narrow for repose that is more deep;
Then all the vistas open'd, and the strange high paths untrod,
With room for men to walk in who go forth to find their God.
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We offer up ourselves and Thine are made;
All other bonds our wills at least evade:
But do Thou give us of Thyself, and thus
A clean oblation shall be made by us!
Thou dost not need our offerings, but we
Transmuting need, to make us gold for Thee.
The greatest quests are not those which are followed in time or space .