All things are shadows of thee, Lord; br The sun himself is but thy shade; br My spirit is the shadow of thy word, br A thing that thou hast said. br br Diamonds are shadows of the sun, br They gleam as after him they hark: br My soul some arrows of thy light hath won. br And feebly fights the dark! br br All knowledges are broken shades, br In gulfs of dark a scattered horde: br Together rush the parted glory-grades- br Then, lo, thy garment, Lord! br br My soul, the shadow, still is light br Because the shadow falls from thee; br I turn, dull candle, to the centre bright, br And home flit shadowy.