O Magician

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O Magician

Sonnet

In sight is cusp of a bright new age,
Fading the long wailings of past’s rage.
The dimming echoes of old dead mores,
Clutches little minds with desperate force.

The sham artistry of dead gives way,
All lives are caught in a zephyr’s sway.
A new miracle trickles in little moments,
In daily drudgery its action does commence.

A spot of will with ardent enthusiasm
Leaps in a trice all ignorance’s chasm.
A sparkling note now glimmers in all,
In each sound and thought is felt its call.

O Magician, what sublime artistry is Thine,
Infused in clod and flower and sunshine.