the fires of Hell I did defeat,
on glowing coals with naked feet
I let my Spirit wander.
To heights of Heaven I did rise,
all Creation spread before my eyes,
and on that Truth that upholds the wise
I set my mind to ponder.
From mountain spires to ocean deeps,
in crowded markets and quiet keeps,
through waking dreams and dreamless sleep
I gazed in silent wonder
On that which eyes have never seen,
the purity of all unclean,
that which is yet is unseen
that all Creation's under;
From fires of Hell to Heaven's heights,
the sun-warm days and velvet nights,
the rich man's wealth and the pauper's plight,
the lightning and the thunder.
Having been and known all,
the wordless answer, soundless call
the angel's flight and the demon's fall
and passion's perfect blunder,
Still I gaze and still I see
a Cosmos made of mystery
where beings such as you and me
can only stand in wonder.
For wonder is a precious thing,
and Wisdom's gift is wondering.
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