A Spring Harvest/For R. Q. G.

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FOR R. Q. G.

July 1916

O God, whose great inscrutable purposes(Seen only of the one all-seeing eye)Are as unchangeable as the azure sky,And as fulfilled of infinite mysteries:Are like a fast-locked castle without keysWhereof the gates are very strong and high,Impenetrable, and we poor fools dieNor even know what thing beyond them is:O God, by whom men's lives are multiplied, Are scattered broadcast in the world like grain,  And after long time reaped again and stored,O Thou who only canst be glorified By man's own passion and the supreme pain,  Accept this sacrifice of blood outpoured.
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