O, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow!
O, thy sweet tongue must plead for me,
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These once, indeed, seemed Beings Divine; And they, perchance, heard vows of mine, And saw my offerings on their shrine; But careless gifts are seldom prized, And mine were worthily despised.........// superbly written the seeking divine path by the mystical sense on this earth by offering the oblation with the surrendering the self being /// great
Common paths! ! Muse of the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful poem. It’s spiritual and psychological essence lies in the highest power of the visionary experience so cherished by many walking on the path of spirituality.
A strong plea of a sincere loving heart to God will not leave one in despair finally in life sure! Thanks for sharing this poem here!
Since my own soul can grant my prayer..she speaks of her gift of writing.