But the unsounded sky still broods above,
Blue ocean without shore,
Eternal in its breadth and depth and fire of love.
So the o’erbrooding Soul, purely ablaze,
Full-flooded with the light of God,
Outlasts Man’s body and all his works and ways,
Outlasts this little earth whereon he trod.
II
We come not, then, to praise
That which transcends our praises, but to crave