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Fain would I that such unity with Him,
Through awe and prayer, may at the last be mine,
As glorifies His humblest instruments!
Humblest is best. As lilies by the well
Drink of His loveliness, and fragrant blow,
Would that my mortal might put on His grace,
My raiment of the dust show gleams of Him,
My thoughts be incense burning in the flame
Of beauty that His omnipresence is,
My mind a spark of His omniscience!
So might my being—how blest!—transmit His rays,
And as the raindrop hangs the bow in heaven,
My finite manifest infinity!
Eternity informs this body of time,
The cosmic universe, in star and worm
The sacred hieroglyphic of His name:
All sight a means of seeing the Unseen,
All sense divine Transfiguration
Of Him, the Incommunicable." "Thought
Is but the shell of knowledge, as this world
Is but the shell of being," darkly said,
And low, his comrade, answering: "I have lived.
Though nature be the parable of Him,
He spoke not to me by the burning bush
Of beauty, nor the host that leads the morn.

I never found Him. Even from youth's first flower