There are no solitudes to view...

There are no solitudes to view,

The whole world lies in drop of dew;

From where it hangs all space is open;

It neighbors stars of the crystal blue.

This open vision has my soul

Athrill with silent organ-roll

Of immanence divine, and feels it

Upgather all in harmonious whole,—

Deep waves of God's vast music clear,

That pulse one choral atmosphere

Of Love's concordant purposes, and

Fore-score the song of His golden year.