On all the seas of space
New worlds for ever come,
And old for ever go,
With mystic ebb and flow.
On all the seas of life
There is such wax and wane
Of mystery and pain
As make us deeply know, —

That not God's very self
Can fathom the Universe:
To Him as unto us
It is incredulous.
Such vastity it has
That His infinitude
Can only through it brood
And ask why it is thus.