All but unutterable Name! Adorable, yet awful sound! Thee can the sinful nations frame Save with their foreheads on the ground? Soul-searching and all-cleansing Fire; To see Thy countenance were to die: Yet how beyond the bound retire Of Thy serene immensity? Thou mov'st beside us, if the spot We change -- a noteless, wandering tribe; The orbits of our life and thought In Thee their little arcs describe. In their dead calm, at cool of day, We hear Thy voice, and turn, and flee: Thy love outstrips us on our way! From Thee, O God, we fly -- to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADY'S 'YES' by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IDEA: 14. TO TIME by MICHAEL DRAYTON ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN SHERMAN'S IN SAVANNAH [DECEMBER 22, 1864] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE SMACK IN SCHOOL by WILLIAM PITT PALMER PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN |