2io IValks in New England 



O Thou Transcendent ! 

 Nameless, the fiber and the breath, 

 Light of the light, shedding forth universes, thou center 



of them, 



Thou pulse, thou motive of the stars, suns, systems, 

 That circling move in order, safe, harmonious, 

 Athwart the shapeless vastnesses of space, 

 How should I think, how breathe a single breath, how 



speak, if out of myself 

 I could not launch to those superior universes ? 



Swiftly I shrivel at the thought of God, 



At Nature and its wonders, Time and Space and Death, 



But that I turning call to thee, O soul, 



And lo, thou gently masterest the orbs, 



Thou matest Time, smilest content at Death, 



And fillest, swellest full the vastness of Space ! 



