The Night Of Mysteries

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Title:     The Night Of Mysteries
Author: Edward Doyle [More Titles by Doyle]

A cataract of stars, which, with each fall
Broadens and brightens, rapturing the sight
Of angel hosts, that view it from the height
Of knowledge of God's love for one and all
His creatures--and not darkness to appal
The spirit by the quench of every light,
For which God grants it vision--is the night
Of Life's strange mysteries, both great and small.

Oh cataracts, beyond the angels' count,
Pause and shine pendant over every deep
Of heart, mind, spirit! Lo! how down they sweep
To basic Good where, massing, they remount,
Till, mid God's "Many Mansions," high they leap,
Forming forever, joy's most splendent fount!

[The end]
Edward Doyle's poem: Night Of Mysteries

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