God! Thou Art Love! I

My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!

The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er The Land, Breaks There, And Buries Its Tumultuous Strength.

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!