by: James H. Cousins
- HEN I from
lifes unrest had earned the grace
- Of utter ease beside a quiet stream;
- When all that was had mingled in a dream
- To eyes awakened out of time and place;
- Then in the cup of one great moments space
- Was crushed the living wine from things that seem;
- I drank the joy of very Beautys gleam,
- And saw Gods glory face to shining face.
- Almost my brow was chastened to the ground,
- But for an inner Voice that said: Arise!
- Wisdom is wisdom only to the wise:
- Thou art thyself the Royal thou hast crowned:
- In Beauty thine own beauty thou hast found,
- And thou hast looked on God with Gods own eyes.
POEMS BY JAMES H. COUSINS
"Vision" is reprinted
from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson
& Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.