The Miracle of Birth
           

 I saw my soul a traveller through time;
            From life to life the cosmic ways It trod,
     Obscure in the depths and on the heights sublime,
            Evolving from the worm into the god.

      A spark of the eternal Fire, it came
            To build a house in Matter for the Unborn.
      The inconscient sunless Night received the flame,
          In the brute seed of things dumb and forlorn

      Life stirred and Thought outlined a gleaming shape
           Till on the stark inanimate earth could move,
      Born to somnambulist Nature in her sleep,
          A thinking creature who can hope and love.

    Still by slow steps the miracle goes on,
     The Immortal's gradual birth mid mire and stone.

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