Thomas S. Jones, Jr.: In Excelsis

In Excelsis

Thomas S. Jones, Jr.

Spring! And all our valleys turning into green, Remembering — As I remember!  So my heart turns glad For so much youth and joy — this to have had When in my veins the tide of living fire Was at its flow; This to know, When now the miracle of young desire Burns on the hills, and Spring's sweet choristers again Chant from each tree and every bush aflame Love's wondrous name; This under youth's glad reign, With all the valleys turning into green — This to have heard and seen!
And Song! Once to have known what every wakened bird Has heard; Once to have entered into that great harmony Of love's creation, and to feel The pulsing waves of wonder steal Through all my being; once to be In that same sea Of wakened joy that stirs in every tree And every bird; and then to sing — To sing aloud the endless Song of Spring!
Waiting, I turn to Thee, Expectant, humble, and on bended knee; Youth's radiant fire Only to burn at Thy unknown desire — For this alone has Song been granted me. Upon Thy altar burn me at Thy will; All wonders fill My cup, and it is Thine; Life's precious wine For this alone:  for Thee. Yet never can be paid The debt long laid Upon my heart, because my lips did press In youth's glad Spring the Cup of Loveliness!