True Solitude

LAURA GERAHTY

The world outside, with flare and trumpet calling,
I do not hear;
The voice of garish life, on closed ears falling,
No longer dear,
Dies in this solitude;
And deepest gratitude
For God's infinitude
Has vanquished fear.

O lifting Presence, from earth's gross petition
Drawing away!
Dear Christ! in whose vast truth is sure volition
To soar alway!
So, since I dwell in Thee,
Lonely I cannot be,
But Love reflecting, free,
I rise each day.