Once more I rise to offer with pure joy My morning song of thankful praise to thee, Thou only God and sole Divinity. O Nature, thou that needest to employ No priest save the importunate wind, no shrine Except the mountain-tops, no sanctuary Save the wide air floored with the moving sea, Accept this offering and give no sign. Our Beatific vision is to feel Thro' every limb, thro' every mortal sense, With every power of the mind to know, The Unity Divine that sets its seal On every grass-blade's insignificance, On all the stars that shine and winds that blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |