O THOU ! whose whence and whither are unknown,
Who never hast been seen of human eye,
Whose doings only we can know thee by,
Thou hast no antitype save God alone.

In might that makes all being tremulous,
In softness softer than a mother's hand,
Thou passest ever over sea and land,
And yet thy presence is but felt by us.

We name thee, feel thee, yet we know not thee;
Thou wakest fear, joy, gratitude, and peace,
Yet ever doth thy mystery increase;
O Wind! what else is so like Deity!