I am the fire that glows
In every kindling dawn,
I am the wind that blows
The great life-currents on.

I am the river-flood,
The fountain and the sun,
The streams of red life-blood
That in your pulses run.

The human heart I urge
To noon of lustrous day;
To joy's intensest verge,
I open wide the way.

Whatever wind may blow,
I set the driven sail;
Through me your soul shall know
When God rides down the gale.

My pinions soar afar.
I move the living whole;
I am the beckoning star —
The wings of your own soul.