Here you will find the Poem I am no mystic of poet Lesbia Harford
I am no mystic. All the ways of God Are dark to me. I know not if he lived or if he died In agony. My every act has reference to man. Some human need Of this one, or of that, or of myself Inspires the deed. But when I hear the Angelus, I say A Latin prayer Hoping the dim incanted words may shine Some way, somewhere. Words and a will may work upon my mind Till ethics turn To that transcendent mystic love with which The Seraphim burn.
