All power is near. The sun flings everywhere
Its energetic treasures through the air.
The sea's impulsion beats around the world,
Through all the sky electric force is hurled,
And close by every trembling human fear
The undefeated might of God is near.
All loveliness is near. The common eye
Drinks beauty from the bowl of every sky.
There's not a weed, there's not a dusty clod,
But shines with all the radiance of God.
There's not a human heart, however drear,
But all celestial fairnesses are near.
All good is near. The bird-songs are not far,
To all horizons circles every star,
The sea, the air, the mountain, field, and wood
Are packed with providence and crammed with food,
And wheresoe'er an eyelid holds a tear
The unimagined peace of God is near.
But we are far. Alas, what bridge can span
The dark withdrawal of the heart of man?
What lavish infinites suffice to fill
The awful chasms and gulfs of human will?
Yet even here—thank God! yes, even here
The reaching Cross of Calvary is near.