Who art thyself thine own vast dwelling place;--
Soul of our soul, whom yet no sense of ours
Discerns, eluding our most active powers:--
3Encircling shades attend thine awful throne,
That veil thy face, and keep thee still unknown;
Unknown, though dwelling in our inmost part,
Lord of the thoughts, and Sovereign of the heart!
122. C. M. Wallace.
God seen in his Works.
1There's not a star whose twinkling light