Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
A sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem; Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Small circles glittering idly in the moon, Until they melted all into one track Of sparkling light.
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live.
I have felt; A presence that disturbs me with the joy; Of elevated thoughts a sense sublime; Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. . .
A remnant of uneasy light.
At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories