Throb Of The Pulsing Heart

o beat and pause that count the life of man
throb of the pulsing heart
ripple of tides and stars beyond our scan
rhythm of the ray of the sun and the red of the rose
thrill of the lightning’s dart
all, all are one beyond this world of shows

neither with eyes that see nor ears that hear
may we discern thee here
nor comprehend, o life of life, thy laws
but all our idols praise the perfect whole
and i have worshipped thee, o rhythmic soul
chiefly in beat and pause

--agnes mary frances duclaux (from "rhythm")