Classic Poem

I CALL Thee not Infinite Love,
For unbeloved vast millions go;
Nor Infinite, Eternal Truth,
Since half our faiths of falsehoods flow.
I call Thee not Omnipotence,
Who still let degradation be;
Nor yet Omniscience—else Thine eyes
Most vainly see!
I call Thee not Divine—if so,
I must bow down to Thee in awe;
Nor unrelenting Fate—nor more
Relentless Law.
I call Thee but the World's Great Life
Who art myself, and fight with me
The spirit-ward, immortal strife
For what should be.