Excerpt from Poems To My Wife We two have seen with our own eyes God's multitudinous disguise; Waylaid Him in His voyaging Among the buttercups of Spring; In valleys where the lilies shone More glorious than Solomon We met a poet passing by, And learned his lyric - you and I! But oh! did kindly Heaven not bless Our lives with more than loveliness, When, cast on every sapling-rod, Was seen the motley of our God; When having picked our way with craft Up cliffs to hear Him when He laughed, We felt, uplifted on the wind, His folly blown into our mind? What doubt can touch us? We have heard The baby laughter of the Word! We mingle with solemnity A Catholic note of revelry In hypostatic union. From love's carved choir-stalls we con The plain-song of the Breviary Illumined by hilarity. For as each cleansing sacrament To our soul's comforting was sent (Through water and oil and wheat and wine. Bringing to human the divine), So shall we find on lovers' lips The splendour of apocalypse, About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy.

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