So many dreams brood over thee.
To stand with quietude in the midst of the prodigious Unknown which we call the World, also to look with tranquil eyes upon the unfathomable blackness which limits our view to the little space enclosed betwixt birth and death.
So pray we to the God we dimly hope
Against calamities we clearly know.
It may be that the world can get along without God: but I can not. The universe-finity is to me like the chord of the dominant seventh, always leading towards, always inviting onwards, a Chord of Progress; God is the tonic Triad, a chord of Repose.
SONGS OF ALDHELM
Songs from the Sun, Songs from the ground,
Songs from the ... stars,
Songs, { fine souls of the body of sound,
{ joined souls and bodies of sound,