Yes, and you come, you come. Soft piercing through
The luminous fair pallor of the west;
Budded in light and blooming manifest
As that first lily of the field may do;
Unshaken by the winds, that all for you
Have made the pathway ready, loveliest,
You come, you look upon us, shining Guest
Of glories that the world is blind unto!
All hail, from us who work no more, but wait:
From the worn furrows darkened after toil,
And from the Sea; and from all eyes that are.
Hallow our upward looks, and consecrate
These thankful offered savors of the soil
With the one lovingkindness of a Star.