Classic Poem

Measureless spirit! In whom the winds unite
Their viewless strength, — for whom the stars and seas
Sing, — and the soft voice of the fragrant breeze
Of summer, and the snow-storms wild and white;
Through whom the human limitless delight
Of passion trembles: — at whose kingly knees
Love rests content, while evil quails and flees;
Thy brow with God's own golden dawn is bright.

All blood-stained terror, and pale sin, and crime,
Thou viewest with equal, yet most burning, eyes: —
Before thee open the blue folds of skies: —
Thou canst outsing the stormiest surge of time, —
Stand where the rocks and rolling thunders chime, —
Yet through thy song the prayers of children rise.