White Stains

THE RAINBOW 25 With virtue Thy likeness we cover, With priestcraft we mock at Thy power, And the meanest on earth is a lover, As vile as a flower. Come down through the visionless aether, And watch for the sprout of the grain Hid dark in the wonder beneath her, A marvel of passion and pain ; Smite power from on high into mortals, Draw spirit to spirit and nigher, That winds burst the wonderful portals And tongues as of fire. O Life of the stars in their glory, O Light of the passionate spring, How sweet and supreme is thy story, Most Wonderful, Counsellor, King ! O crucified, slain, re-arisen ! Burst open the fetters that bind, Change from us the garb of our prison And lighten the mind. O Spring, tell the bountiful Giver Thy smiles on the world are in vain ;