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I

Beyond; beyond; and yet again beyond!

What went ye out to seek, oh foolish-fond?

Is not the heart of all things here and now?

Is not the circle infinite, and the centre

Everywhere, if ye would but hear and enter?

Come; the porch bends and the great pillars bow.

II

Come; come and see the secret of the sun;

The sorrow that holds the warring worlds in one;

The pain that holds Eternity in an hour;

One God in every seed self-sacrificed,

One star-eyed, star-crowned universal Christ,

Re-crucified in every wayside flower.