Invisible, yet real as air,—
My instant foot is everywhere.
The cold's sharp lash no more may sting
Nor darkness bid me fold my wing.
Earth cumbrance of the five-fold sense
Has widened to omniscience.
Swifter than hope my foot can race
Unto the other side of space,
And I may see from where I stand
God poise creation in his hand:
Worlds flash and glow like firefly light,
The shadow of his face their night;
And now I glimpse his dawning smile
Light up a bank of suns the while.