Infinity

I Dare not think that thou art by, to stand And face omnipotence so near at hand! When I consider thee, how must I shrink; How must I say, I do not understand, I dare not think! I cannot stand before the thought of thee, Infinite Fulness of Eternity! So close that all the outlines of the land Are lost,—in the inflowing of thy sea I cannot stand. I think of thee, and as the crystal bowl Is broken, and the waters of the soul Go down to death within the crystal sea, I faint and fail when (thou, the perfect whole) I think of thee.

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English
Philip Henry Savage

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