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Solo and ChorusLet number and weight rejoice In this hour of their translation Into conscious happiness: For the whole in every part, The truth at the proper centre (There’s a Way. There’s a Voice.) Of language and distressIs recognised in…
GabrielMary, in a dream of love Playing as all children play, For unsuspecting children may Express in comic make-believe The wish that later they will know Is tragic and impossible;Hear, child, what I am sent to tell: Love wills your…
II ThoughtThe garden is unchanged, the silence is unbroken. Truth has not yet intruded to possess Its empty morning nor the promised hour Shaken its lasting May. IntuitionThe human night,Whose messengers we are, cannot dispel Its wanton dreams, and they…
I. The Four FacultiesOver the life of ManWe watch and wait,The Four who manageHis fallen estate:We who are four wereOnce but one,Before his act ofRebellion;We were himself whenHis will was free,His error became ourChance to be.Powers of air and fire,Water…
O where is that immortal and nameless Centre from which our points ofDefinition and death are all equi-distant? WhereThe well of our wish to wander, the everlasting fountainOf the waters of joy that our sorrow uses for tears?O where is…
If the muscle can feel repugnance, there is still a false move to be made;If the mind can imagine tomorrow, there is still a defeat to remember;As long as the self can say “I,” it is impossible not to rebel;As…
Alone, alone, about a dreadful woodOf conscious evil runs a lost mankind,Dreading to find its Father lest it findThe Goodness it has dreaded is not good:Alone, alone, about our dreadful wood. Where is that Law for which we broke our…
If, on account of the political situation,There are quite a number of homes without roofs, and menLying about in the countryside neither drunk nor asleep,If all sailings have been cancelled till further notice,If it’s unwise now to say much in…
Chorus Darkness and snow descend;The clock on the mantelpieceHas nothing to recommend,Nor does the face in the glassAppear nobler than our ownAs darkness and snow descendOn all personality.Huge crowds mumble—”Alas,Our angers do not increase,Love is not what she used to…
A Christmas Oratorio Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes—Some have got broken—and carrying them up to the attic.The holly and the mistletoe must be taken down and burnt,And…