With lordly dignity he keeps his mind
Free of distractions, limpid as a pool
Whose fish move calm upon the deep, and cool
As earthly agitation cannot find.
If other man be fools and solemn bind
In them such things as make a man a tool,
He watches still, unmoved, as by this rule
Polaris tends the starry host t’unwind.
O brother, be not God to take this part,
Assuming that sublime and lonely yoke;
For he that’s mighty shall fill up thy heart
With beams angelic, as the womb awoke
One morning with a firmament to chart
Of wonders rich and strange, all in one stroke.
A D.C. editor writes about piety and society, with one eye on the past and the other on the future, and both eyes on the sovereign purposes of God.