A photograph may defineWhat man can barely see The grandeur of creation That sweeps from sea to sea.
His proteges have not language Nor tongue with which to impart Yet each presupposes The Master's precious art.
In mountains there is splendor From valley to mountain peak With energy enough for sharing With the depths of an ocean's sweep.
While history's lingering presence
Is allowed to have her sleep
Beneath the cool green surface
There burns a furnace at her feet.
Can compromise dare settle
The broadness of the breach
While the threat of death simmers
Within the circle's reach?
So must we search for light
To prepare for that great dawn
When life will come for perfection
To quell the circle's brawn.