Classic Poem

From ocean strand to ocean strand
Spreads the grim, giant wilderness,
Stretched out, like some great beggar's hand,
To God in all its emptiness.
The jagged torrents through it borne,
The winding wheel-ruts in it worn
By colonists from many a land,
The tracks where buffaloes have trod,—
All seem to me (engraved by God)
The furrows of that giant hand.