Littell's Living Age/Volume 131/Issue 1693/Last Verses Written by Mortimer Collins

I have been sitting alone
     All day while the clouds went by,
     While moved the strength of the seas,
While the wind with a will of his own,
     A poet out of the sky,
     Smote the green harp of the trees.

Alone, yet not alone,
     For I felt as the gay wind whirled,
     As the cloudy sky grew clear,
The touch of our Father half-known,
     Who dwells at the heart of the world,
     Yet who is always here.