Come to me, come to me, O my God; br Come to me everywhere! br Let the trees mean thee, and the grassy sod, br And the water and the air! br br For thou art so far that I often doubt, br As on every side I stare, br Searching within, and looking without, br If thou canst be anywhere. br br How did men find thee in days of old? br How did they grow so sure? br They fought in thy name, they were glad and bold, br They suffered, and kept themselves pure! br br But now they say-neither above the sphere br Nor down in the heart of man, br But solely in fancy, ambition, and fear br The thought of thee began.