I am no mystic. All the ways of God <br />Are dark to me. <br />I know not if he lived or if he died <br />In agony. <br />My every act has reference to man. <br />Some human need <br />Of this one, or of that, or of myself <br />Inspires the deed. <br />But when I hear the Angelus, I say <br />A Latin prayer <br />Hoping the dim incanted words may shine <br />Some way, somewhere. <br />Words and a will may work upon my mind <br />Till ethics turn <br />To that transcendent mystic love with which <br />The Seraphim burn.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-no-mystic/
