Through fragrant wooded pass, this glimpse I bought;
Or whether in some mid-day I was caught
To upper air, where visions of God’s will
In pictures to our quickened sense fulfil
His word. But this I saw:
A path I sought
Through wall of rock. No human fingers wrought
The golden gates which opened, suddenly, still,
And wide. My fear was hushed by my delight.
Surpassing fair the lands; my path lay plain;