The Holy of Holies

Elder Father, though thine eyes
Shine with hoary mysteries
Canst thou tell what in the heart
Of a cowslip blossom lies?

Smaller than all lives that be
Secret as the deepest sea
Stands a little house of seeds
Like an Elfin's granary.

Speller of the Stones and weeds,
Skilled in Nature's Crafts and Creed,
Tell me what is in the heart
Of the smallest of the seeds.

God Almighty and with Him
Cherubim and Seraphim
Filling all Eternity.
Adonai Elohim.
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