Classic Poem

Fairer grows the earth each morning
To the eyes that watch aright;
Every dew-drop sparkles warning
Of a miracle in sight;
Of some unsuspected glory
Waiting in the old and plain;
Poet's dream nor traveller's story
Words such wonders as remain.

Everywhere the gate of Beauty
Fresh across the pathway swings,
As we follow truth or duty
Inward to the heart of things;
And we enter, foolish mortals,
Thinking now the heart to find, —
There to gaze on vaster portals!
Still the Glory lies behind!

Faith I love! I love you deeper
As I press your portals through,
Heeding not the call of keeper,
Heeding sole the vision new!
All our creeds are hinting only
Of a faith of nobler strain:
God is living! are we lonely,
'Mid his glories that remain?