Hymn to the Noosphere

By Daniel Leach

Featured in Issue One of New Lyre Magazine

                               I  

   How shall I call you, Spirit? You elude 
      The greatest thinkers of our mortal race, 
   And flee, like a ghost from the multitude 
      That clamor for a brief glimpse of your face; 
      Yet you still leave upon the world a trace 
   That mortal senses cannot know, when we, 
      The fondest treasures of the heart embrace, 
   Your presence in the changing phantoms see 
As the reflected image of eternity. 

                               II 

   It was the stars, they say, that first inspired 
      The mind of Man to plumb your mysteries, 
   When something in the human heart desired 
      To go beyond life’s known realities— 
      That nightly, as if from the native trees 
   Arose, and with a boundless beauty shone, 
      And launched our minds into uncharted seas 
   That stretch beyond to other worlds, unknown, 
Where none but birds and silent winds had ever flown. 

                               III 

   The sta…