Classic Poem

I am, and therefore these,
Existence is by me,—
Flux of pendulous seas,
The stable, free.

I am in blush of the rose,
The shimmer of dawn;
Am girdle Orion knows,
The fount undrawn.

I am earth's potency,
The chemic ray's, the rain's,
The reciprocity
That loads the wains.

I am, or the heavens fall!
I dwell in my woven tent,
Am immanent in all,—
Suprámanent!

I am the Life in life,
Impact and verve of thought,
The reason's lens and knife,
The ethic “ought.”

I am of being the stress,
I am the brooding Dove,
I am the blessing in “bless,”
The Love in love.

I am the living thrill
And fire of poet and seer,
The breath of man's goodwill,
The Father near;

Am end of the way men grope,
Core of the ceaseless strife,
I am man's bread of hope,
Water of life.

I am the root of faith,
Substance of vision, too,
The spirit shadowed in wraith,
Urim in dew.

I am the soul's white Sun,
Love's slain, enthronëd Lamb,
I am the Holy One,