Yes, for the eyes I'll serve-- Nor faint nor swerve-- Are not the eyes of man, That lightly scan, But God's, that pierce and see The whole of me! Beneath the farthest skies, Where morning flies, In heaven or in hell, If I should dwell, In dark or daylight fair, The Eyes are there! No trembling fugitive, Boldly I live If, as in that pure sight, I live aright, Yielding with hand and will Eyeservice still! --Amos R. Wells. OMNIPRESENCE Lord of all being, throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Center and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near! Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine! Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before thy ever-blazing throne We ask no luster of our own. Grant us thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burn for thee, Till all thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame. --Oliver Wendell Holmes. THE CHERUBIC PILGRIM God's spirit falls on me as dew drops on a rose, If I but like a rose my heart to him unclose. The soul wherein God dwells--what Church can holier be? Becomes a walking tent of heavenly majesty. Lo! in the silent night a child to God is born, And all is brought again that ere was lost or lorn. Could but thy soul, O man, become a silent night God would be born in thee and set all things aright. Ye know God but as Lord, hence Lord his name with ye, I feel him but as love, and Love his name with me. Though Christ a thousand times in Bethlehem be born, If he's not born in thee thy soul is all forlorn. The cross on Golgotha will never save thy soul, The cross in thine own heart alone can make thee whole. Christ rose not from the dead, Christ still is in the grave If thou for whom he died art still of sin the slave. In all eternity no tone can be so sweet As where man's heart with God in unison doth beat. Whate'er thou lovest, man, that, too, become thou must; God, if thou lovest God, dust, if thou lovest dust. Ah, would thy heart but be a manger for the birth, God would once more become a child on earth. Immeasurable is the highest; who but knows it? And yet a human heart can perfectly enclose it. --Johannes Scheffler. THE LARGER VIEW In buds upon some Aaron's rod The childlike ancient saw his God; Less credulous, more believing, we Read in the grass--Divinity.