They are but beings out of Him!
’Tis central Glory—and its beams:
’Tis Light’s great Fountain—and its streams:
’Tis One—so great, so good, so bright,
And hosts inscrutable as light,
A Voice—and echoes of its sound;
God,—and his living smiles around!
XLIX.
But God forbid that I should dare
Discover, what I next saw there: