God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.
I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?