At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.

Bowed By The Weight Of Centuries He Leans Upon His Hoe And Gazes On The Ground, The Emptiness Of Ages In His Face, And On His Back The Burden Of The World.

He Drew A Circle That Shut Me Out- Heretic , Rebel, A Thing To Flout. But Love And I Had The Wit To Win: We Drew A Circle And Took Him In ! From The Poem " Outwitted

Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In The Heart For Joy.

Ah, Great It Is To Believe The Dream As We Stand In Youth By The Starry Stream; But A Greater Thing Is To Fight Life Through, And At The End, 'the Dream Is True!'