George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс)

To the Unknown God

O wilt Thou on the day when all is sifted,
All heights of Heaven, all depths of Hell laid bare,
When from the vexed world’s heart thy veil is lifted,
And men shall see the dayspring hidden there,
O wilt Thou give to each whose course has drifted,
The thread, the clue by which his feet may fare,
To tread at last with sight supremely gifted
The path he missed in darkness and despair!
This is the hidden secret of the strife—
To find your life and live it—This is Life. 

1. To the Irish Dead
2. The Grey Road
3. The Doves of Venus
4. Ode to the Philistines
5. Auri Sacra Fames

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