Philip Henry Savage

  • 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...

  • As one advances up the slow ascent
    Along the pathway in the woods, the trees
    Change aspect, nor alone in this, but change
    In stature and in power till Solitude
    Seems cut out of the ancient forest. Here
    Was Solitude! where man had lived of old,
    ...

  • Lighter than dandelion down,
      Or feathers from the white moth’s wing,
    Out of the gates of bramble-town
      The silkweed goes a-gypsying.

    Too fair to fly in autumn’s rout,
      All winter in the sheath it lay;
    But now, when spring is pushing out,...

  • Not least, ’t is ever my delight
    To drink the early morning light;
    To take the air upon my tongue
    And taste it while the day is young.
          So let my solace be the breath
          Of morning, when I move to death.