LORD! How sublime the hills with golden stains, How full the seas of grace, the skies of light; I care not what of my short life remains, I reach the Eternal and the Infinite! Tempests and passions, from my soul away! Ne'er yet did God thus in my heart abide; The sun looks on me with bright western ray, The sea speaks to me--I feel sanctified! Blessed be alike who love me and who hate; Wisdom our spirits doth to love exhort; Fool fame to seek or mysteries debate; I nothing do but love: my time is short. The stars rise from the waves, the sun declines, And at my feet resounding billows fall; The sinking sun in all his splendour shines-- Oh, God! how great the soul, and man how small! All earthly things, fire, air, the ocean's might, Of the Most Holy's name but half have heard; They scatter words, which I alone unite; Each says one part, but I the total word. Abyss, my voice like yours to heaven ascends; Ocean, I dream; mountains, I pray with you! Nature is incense pure that never ends; The censer I, intelligent and true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY LIGHT WITH YOURS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |