Doth he not embrace, sustain,
Thee, me, Himself?
Lifts not the Heaven its dome above?
Doth not the firm-set earth beneath us rise?...
And beaming tenderly with looks of love
Climb not the everlasting stars on high?...
Fill thence thy heart, how large so e'er it be,
And in the feeling when thou'rt wholly blest,
Then call it what thou wilt--Bliss! Heart! Love! God!
I have no name for it--'tis feeling all