Sonnet to Those Who See but Darkly

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Sonnet to Those Who See but Darkly

Their gaze uplifting from shoals of despair

Like phantoms groping enswathed from the light

Up from miasmic depths, children of night,

Surge to the piping of Hope’s dulcet lay,

Souled like the lily, whose splendors declare

God’s mazèd paradox⁠—purged of all blight,

Out from the quagmire, unsullied and fair.

Life holds her arms o’er the festering way,

Smiles, as their faith-sandalled rushes prevail,

Slowly the sun rides the marge of the day,

Wine to the lips sorely anguished and pale;

On, ever on, do the serried ranks sway

Charging the ultimate, rending the veil.