The Hidden Country
Search for it as hidden; dig for it as buried.
Treasure unimaginable, I speak of!
Peel back the veil of mortal stain we call logic
and find the real wisdom (He has a name).
This king returns your meagre offering:
gold of Ophir, aromatic gum, balm of myrrh.
One hundred talents and all the gems she brought with her.
This is why we worship.
Such a sovereign inspires forfeit.
View the painting that inspired the poem.