STAND BEFORE my eyes, and let thy glance touch my songs into a flame.

Stand among thy stars and let me find kindled in their lights my own fire of worship.

The earth is waiting at the world's wayside;

Stand upon the green mantle she has flung upon thy path; and let

me feel in her grass and meadow flowers the spread of my own salutation.

Stand in my lonely evening where my heart watches alone; fill her

cup of solitude, and let me feel in me the infinity of thy love.