The vastitude of space comes down to your own door;
Equally with the stars, the common and the street
Are part of the great Beauty that shines from shore to shore.
The universe divine lies around us at our feet —
Tangible, made of dust, and holy to the core.

Not in a world beyond lies wonder, nor above,
Nor throned among the spheres, nor set for days to be —
Over you and beneath, whether you sleep or move,
Reaches the moral Fact, the starry Eternity —
And all the hell of hate and all the heaven of love. . . .

Before your generation and you go hurrying by,
Have you no word for all, of pure and starriest breath?
O, how the common doom transfigures Destiny!
In the dear thought of all who pass through life and death,
Splendid it is to live and glorious to die.