Classic Poem

Made humble through beauty
I knelt upon the autumn grass
Looking into the fair face of a rose…
And suddenly its loveliness became to me
As the heavens at dawn;
Its golden heart half hidden by petals
Was not less marvellous and overwhelming
Than the morning star seen through petals of sunlit cloud:
Thus gazing upon it
My soul was drenched with the dew of wisdom
And I knew that in eternity
Great and small are one,
And that the Angel of a rose
Can prevent hell
Without a sword of flame.