Since I Have Seen Thy Grace

Since I have seen thy grace O arresting flower,

Thy scent that lulls the nerves like flutes;

And fills my heart with zillion showers

Of bliss and joys, I can’t refute,

I search not joys in this maniac Sphere,

Those man-made flowers of faulty smiles;

And lasting sorrows of pains and tears

I often bury with silken whiles.

Since I have felt thy charm O vagrant breeze,

Thy lure that floats like clouds in skies;

And fills my heart with endless seas

Of thrills that take to mountains high,

I search not grace in this mortal Earth,

Those filthy joys of venomous power;

And pains that hide in man-made mirth,

Those ghostly shades seem like flowers.

Since I have harked thy songs O chirping bird,

Thy tune that flows like feathers in air

And fills my heart with undying words

Of joys and love I each day share,

I search not songs in World of Kings,

Those haunted tunes that terrorize life;

And flee like ghosts from obscure things

And cover all lands with feuds and strife.