When the charge of the passionate gale beats the billows to foam,
And the shores feel the lash of the sea, white-surging and wild;
When the silent stars are hidden in tents of home,
And the patient birds, from their nests are storm-exiled;

There's a mighty song in the world's great heart;
There's a fury of joy in its lifted soul,
When cloud kisses cloud with the lightning's dart,
Sky answering sky in the thunder's roll;

In the star-glistening night, in the green of the sod,
In the smile of the dawn, or the blue above,
The wonder that sings in the world is God,
And the flame in its heart is Love.