Once more I rise to offer with pure joy My morning song of thankful praise to thee, Thou only God and sole Divinity. O Nature, thou that needest to employ No priest save the importunate wind, no shrine Except the mountain-tops, no sanctuary Save the wide air floored with the moving sea, Accept this offering and give no sign. Our Beatific vision is to feel Thro' every limb, thro' every mortal sense, With every power of the mind to know, The Unity Divine that sets its seal On every grass-blade's insignificance, On all the stars that shine and winds that blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER THE BATTLE OF THE PIGMIES AND THE CRANES by JAMES BEATTIE AN EPICED ON MR. FISHBOURNE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE PINES by MARY HOPE CABANISS GETTING UP THE WINTER WOOD IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |