Spirit Supreme! thou gav’st me—gav’st me all,
For which I asked thee. Not in vain hast thou
Turned toward me thy countenance in fire.
Thou gavest me wide Nature for my kingdom,
And power to feel it, to enjoy it. Not
Cold gaze of wonder gav’st thou me alone,
But even into her bosom’s depth to look,
As it might be the bosom of a friend.
The grand array of living things thou mad’st
To pass before me, mad’st me know my brothers