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AD SUMMUM.
The orbit ends …. A perfect sphere, to loving
earth divinely giv'n
Until its miracle was wrought, one raindrop
more returns to heav'n,
It seeks its immemorial source beyond the
bourne of mortal years,
Untinged of blood, nor dim with dust, nor
salt with tears.
The spot it blessed, the watered seed, the
living branch, their witness bear;
The blossom by the orchard-side, the ripened
fruit, give promise fair;
And we who breathe that fragrance dear
recall our Edens of the prime
Ere yet we saw the teardrops on the cheeks
of Time.
The raindrop in the wave was merged –
a wave majestic, tempest-hurled,
High-towering o'er a sea that swept in
surge on surge to cleanse the world …
A wave of waves was all but spent – through
bloody surf it heaved the rest …
A drop was lost; a bubble broke –
but - on the crest!
GUY INNES.
30/4/19