I Feel The Vast Pulse Throb In Mine

I buoyed me on the wings of dream,
Above the world of sense.
I set my thought to sound the scheme,
And fathom the Immense.
I tuned my spirit as a lute
To catch wind-music wandering mute.
Yet came there never voice nor sign,
But through my being stole
Sense of a Universe divine,
And knowledge of a soul
Perfected in the joy of things,
The star, the flower, the bird that sings.
Nor I am more, nor less, than these.
All are one brotherhood.
I and all creatures, plants, and trees,
The living limbs of God;
And in an hour, as this, divine,
I feel the vast pulse throb in mine.
--Francis William Bourdillon (1852-1921)

Royal Arch Canyon from the esplanade (top)
ramp through the redwall, Bass Canyon (middle)
northeastern view from Cardenas Butte (below)