TIME THE FATHER OF TRUTH 



Jam Noli Tardare 



Undeterminted starry spaces, 



Fill with joy your paths unknown! 



But to watch the inward graces 

 Needs the inward sight alone; 



Meanest places hold the spell 



Of unfathomed miracle. 



Hence when any hour invites you, 

 Whether seemly eve's repose, 



Or, if better this delights you, 



Night august or hush'd moon-close; 



Best when best your charm is found 



Pass into your garden ground. 



There a sadden sense supernal 

 On the mind prepared shall fall, 



As of haunted thought eternal 

 And great strangeness vesting all; 



Grass and glebe and grave expound 



Thin veil'd secrets latent round. 



Not in bowers of roses solely 

 Shall the wondrous tale be told, 



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