Doth that awful glory shine.
Soul, couldst thou abide for an hour alone
In the burning fire around His throne?”
“The fish drowns not in the mighty sea,
The bird sinks not in the air,
The gold in the furnace fire may be,
And is yet more radiant there.
For God to each of His creatures gave
The place to its nature known,
And shall it not be that my heart should crave