Up the Grand Canyon the full morning flowed.
I heard the voices moving through the abyss
With the deep sound of pine-woods, league on league
Of singing boughs, each separate, each a voice,
Yet all one music;
The Eternal Mind
Enfolds all changes, and can never change.
Man is not exiled from this Majesty,
The inscrutable Reality, which he shares
In his immortal essence. Man that doubts