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.