Sonnet
And Thou art One—One with th' eternal hills,And with the flaming stars, and with the moon,Translucent, cold. The sentinel of noonThat clothes the sky in robes of light and fillsThe earth with warmth, the flowering fields, the rills,The waving trees, the south wind's elfin rune,Are One with Thee. All nature is in tuneWith Thee, O Father, God—and if one willsTo humbly walk the fragrant, leaf-strewn pathAnd kneel in reverence 'neath the vaulted sky,Hearing the hymnals of the waving treesAnd prayers of the soughing winds—what hathHe less of heaven in him, than we, who cry,"God in our creeds doth dwell and not in these?"
