Divinity

 Divinity 

All things are mine; to all things I belong: 

I mingle in them--heeding bounds nor 

bars-- 

Float in the cloud, melt in the river's song; 

In the clear wave from rock to rock I 

leap. 

Widen away, and slowly onward creep; 

I stretch forth glimmering hands beneath 

the stars 

And lose my little murmur in the deep. 

Yea, more than that: whatever I behold-- 

Dark forest, mountain, the o'erarching 

wheel 

Of heaven's solemn turning, all the old 

Immeasurable air and boundless sea-- 

Yields of its life, builds life and strength 

in me 

For tasks to come, while I but see and feel, 

And merely am, and it is joy to be. 

Lo, that small spark within us is not blind 

To its beginning; struck from one vast  

soul 

Which, in the framework of the world, doth 

bind 

All parts together; small, but still agree- 

ing 

With That which molded us without our 

seeing; 

Since God is all, and all in all--the Whole 

In whom we live and move and have 

our being.