I.

I

CANNOT find thee. Still on restless pinion
My spirit beats the void where thou dost dwell,
I wander lost through all thy vast dominion,

And shrink beneath thy light ineffable.

2.

I cannot find thee. E'en when most adoring,
Before thy throne I bend in lowliest prayer;
Beyond these bounds of thought my thought upsoaring
From farthest quest comes back: thou art not there.

3.

Yet high above the limits of my seeing,

And folded far within the inmost heart,
And deep below the deeps of conscious being,
Thy splendor shineth: there, O God, thou art.

4.

I cannot lose thee. Still in thee abiding,

The end is clear, how wide soe'er I roam;
The hand that holds the worlds my steps is guiding,

And I must rest at last in thee, my home.

ELIZA SCUDDer, 1821