Classic Poem

O, thou profound, eternal blue,
God's mystic arch of heaven-land!
Art thou not veiling spirit hue,
And hiding the angelic band?
Jehovah! so move this veil,
That we may see the throne of light,
From which St. Gabriel brought the " Hail "
To Mary, on that Holy night!

We've slumbered much in darkness here,
And now we seek more light from Thee:
We feel that peace is reigning there —
Beyond the clouds, o'er land and sea.
The mystery of eternal life
Provokes the soul's sad tedium;
We faint beneath this mortal strife,
And long to join the angels' hum.

Forgive us, Lord, if we have erred,
In asking this before our time;
We only sought the light, and aired
Our souls to tunes of spiritual rhyme;
For death has been a puzzle here;
Some say we live forever on,
Some say we go from life nowhere;
To tell us right, Thou art the One!

We wait on Thee, great God above!
But let the message come today;
We sing Thy praise, and Thee we love,
As to Thee, Father, do we pray:
Let Michael come in glory great,
To teach us all that we should do;
And then we'll know our rightful fate,
In worship to the Son and You.