I long to turn the pages of history br Of sound-sound shining days br Behind the measuring span of time br Where the vision of Miracle shone br Not miracle- br But as the moderns say br (The world of miracle br Where divine majesty played) br That made the nation shine bright br With bright halo round her head. br br Today- br Too closely to my heart br Too brightly to my eyes br Too sweet musing to my ears br And too enthusiastic to my soul br Snatches me swift to that region br That the screens of memory uninherited br The pages of history all ravished br Still- br Still my heart is bending br To one miracle more br Miracle- that might transport my heart br To that span br Where I could see the Majestic sights br And talk to Majestic lips.