BY GEORGE N. SHUSTER
Men found you subtle, master, blending skeins
Of taut silk thinking with the golden weave
Prayer finds in God. A stormy epoch’s eve
Stirred your vast silence, till in flaming strains
You spoke glory. Yet deeper radiance gains
Who, listening close, can still the note perceive
That fires your music’s heart– a note to grieve
And gladden, bred of the desert and swift rains.
Beacon of mystery! Soul’s eagle, whose eye
Tirelessly saw through earth’s hoar shadowings
The Undimmed Sun! With you these new years cry
For lighted ways and the dear morning’s dew.
Hearing your voice, we feebly scan the wings
That made the peaks of sainthood plain to you.
Joyce Kilmer’s Anthology of Catholic Poets (New York: Liveright, 1939), 382-383.
NOTE: George Nauman Shuster (1894-1977) was an author, academic and public servant who served as Editor of the lay Catholic journal Commonweal during the 1930’s, and was President of New York’s Hunter College from 1938 to 1960. He graduated from the University of Notre Dame and received his doctorate in English from Columbia University.