Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="21"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>St. Anthony</p> <p>THE ENGRAVING BY DÜRER</p> <p>Dürer has drawn him resting by the way . . .<br/> Has he returned from some far pilgrimage?<br/> Or just come out into the light of day<br/> From a dark hermit's cell? We cannot know . . .<br/> With stooping shoulders, and with head bent low<br/> Over his book—and pointed hood drawn down.<br/> His eager eyes devour the printed page . . .<br/> Regardless of the little lovely town<br/> Rising behind him, with its clustered towers . . .<br/> O Saint, look up! and see how gay and fair<br/> The earth is in its summer-time of flowers,<br/> Look up, and see the world, for God is there . . .<br/> Old dreaming Saint, how many are like you,<br/> Intent upon the dusty book of fate:<br/> Slow to discern the false things from the true!<br/> Yet weary of world clamour and world hate,<br/> And hungering for eternal certainties . . .<br/> Not knowing how close about them heaven lies!</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />