WHEN THOU savest me the steps are lighter in the march of thy worlds. When stains are washed away from my heart it brightens the light of thy sun. That the bud has not blossomed in beauty in my life spreads sadness in the heart of creation. When the shroud of darkness will be lifted from my soul it will bring music to thy smile.
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.
'WHAT IS THERE but the sky, O Sun, that can hold thine image?' I dream of thee, but to serve thee I can never hope,' the dewdrop wept and said, 'I am too small to take thee unto me, great lord, and my life is all tears.' 'I illumine the limitless sky, yet I can yield myself up to a tiny drop of dew,' thus the Sun said; 'I shall become but a sparkle of light and fill you, and your little life will be a laughing orb.'
