Classic Poem

Thou whose Spirit dwells in all,
Primal Source of life and mind,
In the clod as in the soul,
Fresh and full and unconfined!

Thine the atom's faintest thrill,
Thine the humblest creature's breath,
Prophecy in every kind,
Yearning still through life and death,—

Yearning for the crowning race,
Man, in whom at last unfold
All thy secrets strange and sweet
From the farthest days of old.

Secrets, too, of things to be
In the cycles on before:
Love that stronger is than death,
Life with thee for evermore.

Never severed from thy heart,
Never parted from thy side,
Still, as in Creation's dawn,
In thy bosom we abide!