George William Russell

(10 April 1867 – 17 July 1935 / Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland)

A Leader - Poem by George William Russell

THOUGH your eyes with tears were blind,
Pain upon the path you trod:
Well we knew, the hosts behind,
Voice and shining of a god.

For your darkness was our day:
Signal fires, your pains untold
Lit us on our wandering way
To the mystic heart of gold.

Naught we knew of the high land,
Beauty burning in its spheres;
Sorrow we could understand
And the mystery told in tears.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 7, 2012

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