Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Sublimity
Sublimity.
Just to feel the breath of His kindness,
And the touch of His tender hand,
And hear the swish of His garments,
Through the beauty of earth's great land
To see in the towering mountains,
In the rippling river's song,
The dash of the spray and fountains,
His smile, as it rests along
The rocks, by the weird old ocean,
Whose waves climb skyward high,
Whose restless, quivering motion
Is aflame, by the sunset sky;
To hear in the winds a rythm
Of soulful song alone,
That speaks to each creed or schism,
A language purely its own;
These with the heart's communion,
And lips so mute, so still;
These with the soul in union,
Understand His sublime will.
And the touch of His tender hand,
And hear the swish of His garments,
Through the beauty of earth's great land
To see in the towering mountains,
In the rippling river's song,
The dash of the spray and fountains,
His smile, as it rests along
The rocks, by the weird old ocean,
Whose waves climb skyward high,
Whose restless, quivering motion
Is aflame, by the sunset sky;
To hear in the winds a rythm
Of soulful song alone,
That speaks to each creed or schism,
A language purely its own;
These with the heart's communion,
And lips so mute, so still;
These with the soul in union,
Understand His sublime will.