O Swooping Grandeur

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O Swooping Grandeur

Poem

How grows the distances between men and I?
Their vain scurryings and cherished caprices
Now appear like a mirage in the distances
To my sight under the same familiar sky.

And pray who, this stranger in the mirror?
As a distant kin and yet all so foreign
By many separating distances from origin
That even memory fails to remember.

How many tomes treaded by thought?
Each page a world, each word an edifice
Were all strenuously won as an accomplice
By long laborious commerce to this quest.

How many musing trails were followed?
Through a labyrinth of ideas and ideals
Shaped as fine hamlets around thought castles
With vigour of pursuit well remembered.

But all these distances do pitifully fade
To the time when I pondered but a moment
And was caught in a miraculous instant
By a sheer infinite leap Thou had made.

O Swooping Grandeur, O Marvellous Power,
All instances mine are indebted to Thee forever.