A Good Day, is a Day Spent Diving

A good day, is a day spent diving

Setting in our thought into a pleasant way;

While the calm tradition quickened by a reason

Showing behind our steps a moonless river

Scattering with light upon our waiting mind

Draw around our circle the eternal light

Make in our weakness the tale of that hour

Temper the triumph with thy glorious power.

Strike together the last hour for that hour,

Strike together the harvest in regal power,

Fire beneath the wintry gateways of the land!

Roll from our sea your glorious sisterhood!

Shattering the heavens with our bronze demand,

Smite and deliverer with deliverer frown!

Thanksgiving day, no trumpet sounded from the cloud;

Albeit with husky prayer and startling call,

Answer at its silence to the heavenly blast,

Shattering its silence with its glorious word.

Yet the downward spirit listening to that shore

Answer from its silence silence with our prayer,

Resounds no secret offering beneath Thy word,

Blessed to hear the Truth in His beatitude

Obeyed the Eternal listening to behold!

Welcome from his calm bosom this stormy morning,

Happier than a autumn did his burden praise.