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Poem
April 5, 1941
The West Virginia Digest
Charleston, Kanawha County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem depicting the mysteries of Life through a baby's wonder at dawn, Death in a child's peaceful repose, and Love in lovers' tender clasp, attributing to James Hunt Cook.
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THE MYSTERIES
The early sunlight filtered through the filmy draperies to where a wondering baby stretched his dimpled hand to catch the rays that lit his face and flesh like dawn lights up a rose. His startled gaze caught and held the dawn of day in rapturous looks that spoke the dawn of Self, for with the morning gleam out came the great wonder. It was the mystery of Life.
Across a cradle where, sunk in satin pillow, lay a still pale form as droops a rose from some fierce heat, the evening shadows fell aslant and spoke of peace. The twilight calm enclosed the world in silence deep as Truth, and on the little face the wondering look had given place to one of sweet repose. It was the mystery of Death.
At head and foot the tapers burned, a golden light that clove the night as Hope the encircling gloom. Across the cot where lay fair, frail form his hand reached out to hers and met and clasped in tender burning touch. Into the eyes of each there came the look that is the light of life: that spoke of self to each, yet told they two were one. It was the mystery to which the mysteries of Life and Death bow down--the mystery of Love.
--James Hunt Cook
The early sunlight filtered through the filmy draperies to where a wondering baby stretched his dimpled hand to catch the rays that lit his face and flesh like dawn lights up a rose. His startled gaze caught and held the dawn of day in rapturous looks that spoke the dawn of Self, for with the morning gleam out came the great wonder. It was the mystery of Life.
Across a cradle where, sunk in satin pillow, lay a still pale form as droops a rose from some fierce heat, the evening shadows fell aslant and spoke of peace. The twilight calm enclosed the world in silence deep as Truth, and on the little face the wondering look had given place to one of sweet repose. It was the mystery of Death.
At head and foot the tapers burned, a golden light that clove the night as Hope the encircling gloom. Across the cot where lay fair, frail form his hand reached out to hers and met and clasped in tender burning touch. Into the eyes of each there came the look that is the light of life: that spoke of self to each, yet told they two were one. It was the mystery to which the mysteries of Life and Death bow down--the mystery of Love.
--James Hunt Cook
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Mysteries
Life
Death
Love
Dawn
Cradle
Union
What entities or persons were involved?
James Hunt Cook
Poem Details
Title
The Mysteries
Author
James Hunt Cook
Key Lines
It Was The Mystery Of Life.
It Was The Mystery Of Death.
It Was The Mystery To Which The Mysteries Of Life And Death Bow Down The Mystery Of Love.