Advent of that Mysterious Joy

Broods the cosmos in painful rending

Beyond infinity’s gentle bending

Over misery’s edge, in galaxy far,

Cries the lost, under lonely star,

While glory, in virgin womb, abides

Superintelligences cannot fathom

The hidden secret’s tender anthem

For they from above all time and space charge hastening

To the garden, to guard, to wield swords in chastening

Where envy’s deceit resides

Until heaven, song and peace bestowing

On lowly shepherds with their flocks and cattle lowing,

Beheld revolving all hearts, and stars, and years, and land

Around what humble Godhead offers man,

And that mysterious joy besides.