Second Coming (verse)
Hartsock, Ernest
Coming He found us like the deathly thief In all our night of unbelief; A new star, like the Magi's gem Above a blind new Bethlehem, He lighted up the little way Of men lost fearfully in...
...Ernest Hartsock...
...With beauty almost blasphemous He aureoled and haloed us...
...Some men who did not dread the glow, Went close and were translucent so, With souls like hexagons of snow...
...For we who once were darkened glass Thru which men's gazes could not pass, Each opened and a rainbow was...
...And we who had not known before The white of daisies by a door, The white of cloud and sycamore, Knew suddenly the feathered frond Of angels' wings—and worlds beyond...
...Firefly or foxfire he was not, But some eternal burning spot, Some faggot that the gods forgot, Some alien torch that dropped in place From bonfires on the fields of space...
...Though some men craven with their fear Shaded their eyes when he grew near...
...A new star, like the Magi's gem Above a blind new Bethlehem, He lighted up the little way Of men lost fearfully in clay...
Vol. 12 • September 1930 • No. 18
