O thou who hast beneath Thy hand br The dark foundations of the land,-- br The motion of whose ordered thought br An instant universe hath wrought,-- br br Who hast within Thine equal heed br The rolling sun, the ripening seed, br The azure of the speedwell's eye. br The vast solemnities of sky,-- br br Who hear'st no less the feeble note br Of one small bird's awakening throat, br Than that unnamed, tremendous chord br Arcturus sounds before his Lord,-- br br More sweet to Thee than all acclaim br Of storm and ocean, stars and flame, br In favor more before Thy face br Than pageantry of time and space.