I move amid a golden cloud; The green earth springs beneath my tread; My thoughts like birds with joy are loud; And every throbbing pulse is glad. This very day, this blessed day, Thee face to face shall I behold; Like seas, when storms have ebbed away, And hills, when thunders on have rolled, That lie like babes all hushed and bright, And suck in sun and rainbow-skies; Thus will I drink the words of light, Falling adown thy lips and eyes. Oh dewy calm! Oh peace divine! More still than fragrant summer-air; To feel my spirit kneel to thine, In hushed and reverential prayer. |