All the things magicians do <br />Could be done by me and you <br />Freely, if we only knew. <br /> <br />Human children every day <br />Could play at games the faeries play <br />If they were but shown the way. <br /> <br />Every man a God would be <br />Laughing through eternity <br />If as God's his eyes could see. <br /> <br />All the wizardries of God— <br />Slaying matter with a nod, <br />Charming spirits with his rod, <br /> <br />With the singing of his voice <br />Making lonely lands rejoice, <br />Leaving us no will nor choice, <br /> <br />Drawing headlong me and you <br />As the piping Orpheus drew <br />Man and beast the mountains through, <br /> <br />By the sweetness of his horn <br />Calling us from lands forlorn <br />Nearer to the widening morn— <br /> <br />All that loveliness of power <br />Could be man's peculiar dower, <br />Even mine, this very hour; <br /> <br />We should reach the Hidden Land <br />And grow immortal out of hand, <br />If we could but understand! <br /> <br />We could revel day and night <br />In all power and all delight <br />If we learn to think aright.<br /><br />Clive Staples Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-for-boys-voices/
