Superbest power with sweetness wed...

Superbest power with sweetness wed . . . . . . . . . The inner eye doth overspread, And vasts of nature blend as beauty Suffused with awe at the Fountain Head.

The stream of power that floweth here I see in pageant of the year, Aye shimmering as light and shadow— A wonderment on the verge of fear!

The world's not dead but animate, And gives as free to mean as great; Wealth of true power is not a kingdom Of time and place, but the soul's estate.