Classic Poem

Flame of my soul that lifts me from the deeps,
And spreads white wings to the blue heavens afar;
That shows me Faith's unseen abodes and sweeps
Out to the dimmest and most distant star;
That stands before the gateways of the sky
The chief archangel guard of the Most High;

Whence is the power that bids me glow and sing,
And gives me strength to climb the sun's bright way,
To march triumphant as an ancient king,
A conqueror of universal day,
With majesty of gleaming phalanx broad
Kindling to life the shining gates of God?

Creative Love clear burning in my soul,
Thou art the power to lift me to the height
And bear me to the everlasting goal
Through the vast reaches of ethereal light;
Thou art my strength, my wing, my pure desire,
Ancient, eternal, unconsuming fire.