Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

Heart of God

O great heart of God, 
Once vague and lost to me, 
Why do I throb with your throb to-night, 
In this land, eternity? 

O little heart of God, 
Sweet intruding stranger, 
You are laughing in my human breast, 
A Christ-child in a manger. 

Heart, dear heart of God, 
Beside you now I kneel, 
Strong heart of faith. O heart not mine, 
Where God has set His seal. 

Wild thundering heart of God 
Out of my doubt I come, 
And my foolish feet with prophets’ feet, 
March with the prophets’ drum.

1. The Merciful Hand
2. To Gloriana
3. Honor Among Scamps
4. Incense
5. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses

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