" If not for mystic faculties in man,
poetic and prophetic", Blake has said,
" The same dull round, eternally will span
the lives of men from birth until they're dead ."
The cataract of pride obscures the flair
of many modern pens which might have told,
that 'fount of light' to which all men are heir,
pools sure beneath their sight, like glowing gold.
Co-incident on earth with greed and war,
redemption with it's transcendental reach
embraces all who consciously adore
that flame divine inviolate in each,
and all it shows of honor, truth and love
And how within true eagles, glides the dove.