Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/166

144 Then poor, indeed, though vast our rule supernal,

Who magnify the ill we might redeem;

Missing the glory of the hope eternal—

The godlike, human dream!

To solace life, there blooms on earth a flower

Whose deathless name is Love. Of its increase

Are born compassion, freedom, beauty, power;

And of its gift is peace.

O Sister Lands, thrice blest! though wisdom guide us,

Yet in our hearts may love perfected lie—

Deep as the ocean that cannot divide us,

Kind as the arching sky!