There are no solitudes to view...

There are no solitudes to view . . . . . . . . . . . The whole world lies in drop of dew; From where it hangs all space is open; It neighbors stars of the crystal blue.

This open vision has my soul Athrill with silent organ-roll Of immanence divine, and feels it Upgather all in harmonious whole,—

Deep waves of God's vast music clear, That pulse one choral atmosphere Of Love's concordant purposes, and Fore-score the song of His golden year.