THOUGH your eyes with tears were blind, <br />Pain upon the path you trod: <br />Well we knew, the hosts behind, <br />Voice and shining of a god. <br /> <br /> <br />For your darkness was our day: <br />Signal fires, your pains untold <br />Lit us on our wandering way <br />To the mystic heart of gold. <br /> <br /> <br />Naught we knew of the high land, <br />Beauty burning in its spheres; <br />Sorrow we could understand <br />And the mystery told in tears.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-leader-3/
