As from the fall of candlelight
On eyelids of a dreamer, sight
Arises out of deeps to see
God, the one Reality.
Him the long Visioned; half the human aim;
Of whom in creeds we spell'd the name;
By whom were driven to do our cleansing task;
We read through Nature's callous mask,
And dreaded more than dog the whip:
More seeking to be loved of him
Than love to give, except by lip
Propitiating wrath & whim.