God made man to be poet, priest and seer;
God sets no snare to wound the spirit's wing,
But yields His thought to our interpreting
In characters of sunlight, written clear;—
Nay more, who walks in densest shade may hear
From every rock the holy echoes ring,
May bend the knee where forest thrushes sing,
And know the Voice Eternal at his ear.
Truth yet diviner, deep within the mind—
His revelation since the world began—
Hath God denied not to His friend. But man
Fain gropes in dust the infinite to find,
Fain peers afar the immanent to scan.
Forgive him, Father, whom Thy light doth blind.