THE GOLDEN LINE.
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As each small ripple of the mighty sea Reflects a tiny image of the sun Until in radiance joining one by one, They do present a path of brilliancy; In this broad stripe of gold that comes to me From the horizon, as though God had spun A thread of golden thought for me alone, Out of His universal mystery— So from the mirror of each human soul Shall flash the radiance of God’s great love Which ever shineth on us from above Until Love’s splendour lighteth up life’s whole, And man shall look on man, and soul through soul behold One flaming line of Truth, God’s pure and shining gold.