Alice Corbin Henderson (Элис Корбин Хендерсон)

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The endless, foolish merriment of stars
   Beside the pale cold sorrow of the moon,
Is like the wayward noises of the world
   Beside my heart's uplifted silent tune.

The little broken glitter of the waves
   Beside the golden sun's intense white blaze,
Is like the idle chatter of the crowd
   Beside my heart's unwearied song of praise.

The sun and all the planets in the sky
   Beside the sacred wonder of dim space,
Are notes upon a broken, tarnished lute
   That God will someday mend and put in place.

And space, beside the little secret joy
   Of God that sings forever in the clay,
Is smaller than the dust we can not see,
   That yet dies not, till time and space decay.

And as the foolish merriment of stars
   Beside the cold pale sorrow of the moon,
My little song, my little joy, my praise,
   Beside God's ancient, everlasting rune.

1. Two Voices
2. Fallen
3. One City Only
4. Love Me at Last
5. Muy Vieja Mexicana

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