Rhymes of Old Plimouth

by Herbert Randall

THE INVISIBLE.

The vast unconscious night hangs near and far,

Darkness born of day,

And sorrow born of joy;

But glowing everywhere is the tenderness of God,

Sun, moon and stars, and the living consciousness that I am I, supreme;

A sense of nearness unto hidden mysteries that overreach the dark,

And claim my spirit as their own.