THE MEASURELESS GULFS OF AIR ARE FULL OF THEE.

The measureless gulfs of air are full of Thee:

Thou Art, and therefore hang the stars; they wait,

And swim, and shine in God who bade them be,

And hold their sundering voids inviolate.

A God concern'd ( veil'd in pure light ) to bless,

With sweet revealing of His love, the soul;

Toward things piteous, full of piteousness;

The Cause, the Life, and the continuing Whole.

He is more present to all things He made

Than anything unto itself can be;

Full-foliaged boughs of Eden could not shade

Afford, since God was also‘ neath the tree.

Thou knowest me altogether; I knew not

Thy likeness till Thou mad'st it manifest.

There is no world but is Thy heaven; no spot

Remote; Creation leans upon Thy breast.

Thou art beyond all stars, yet in my heart

Wonderful whisperings hold Thy creature dumb;

I need no search afar; to me Thou art

Father, Redeemer, and Renewer — come.