Obeisance

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Obeisance

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #33

Uncommon the common hours without pretence
That pass in silence without an ornament,
Like Truth unvarnished but simple is
Conducting all its affairs all beneficent.

An hour of peace precious to him of war,
Lay calm hath better songs than steel,
Limbs that bear violent glory’s scar
Cherish more a bosom to lie just still.

A father heaven prods us to ambition,
Mother earth’s joy is in her brood’s repose,
Betwixt these poles our story is written
To fit our soul’s arc in these extremities.

Obeisance to Thy wars, obeisance to saving hands,
Obeisance to all storms that at Thy feet ends.