STRETCHED open to high heaven Each humble rood of earth unsheltered lies, The worlds regard it from the vault of space, Serene, unnumbered eyes! Beneath it everywhere Are centred living fires which seethe and glow; A little from the surface you shall reach The dreadful depths below. Clear brook or stately stream Struggling through flowers, or rolling silently Majestic waters, lose themselves alike In the surrounding sea. So every human soul, Set here betwixt its twin eternities, Stands open to Heaven's eye, fares on to doom 'Mid opposite mysteries. And tho' immured it seem, By narrow walls of circumstance confined, Shut from Heaven's face, closed to all vital airs, Is blown through by God's wind. Aye, tho' the deep shaft's side Obscure the eye of noon, yet new stars shine; Tho' day is blinded, a new lucid night Opens its eyes divine. There is no port of life So landlocked from the deep, so dead, so still, But sometimes, spume-flecked from the Infinite Sea, Fresh tides in-rushing fill. There is no lot so low No glimpse of cloudless heaven nor faint-eyed star Can reach it, wake it, shine on it, nor bring Some radiance from afar; No soul so cold or calm But underneath it burns the infernal fire; None so cast down, so vile, It may not to the heaven of heavens aspire. Above, beneath, around, Dread destinies encompass great and small; One Will, one Hand, one all-regarding Eye, Surveys and governs all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR |