God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.