Classic Poem

O THOU who in time's morning walked with God,
Nor heeded that the world paths crossed thine own,
Who, listening to the music shed abroad
By that one Voice, heard not the other's tone
Mocking at him who walked, or seemed to walk, alone,

Tell us, who long to know, what converse sweet
Fell from your lips? what troubled questions lay
Answered and clear, ere thou couldst frame them meet,
In that bright light of Truth, the perfect day,
Where vexèd problems smooth and solve themselves away?

Didst know what field-flowers fluttered 'neath the hem
Of thy long garment, or what birds of song
Circled around thee, or what light wind came
Lifting thy locks the while ye walked along,
Seen and unseen, the marveling world among?

Vain questioning! for answer as thou mightst,
Our ears are holden that we cannot hear;
The soul that walks with God upon the heights
Hath secrets voiceless to the alien ear.
To him that is of God the things of God are clear.