As on the furthest spheres that whirl in space,
All things are His; and all things slowly go
Through manifold degrees
Of marvelous mysteries,
From life to highest life, from highest life to Him.
I am the Wind. I know that all is tending
To that bright end; and ye, through years of toil
Shall reach at last the height
Where Freedom is, and Light;
And ye shall find new paths that still lead up.