Heaven is open every day;
In night also
He that would wend his upward way
May surely go.
There is no wall to that demesne
Where God resides; nor any screen
To hide the glories of that scene,—
If man will know.
...
the eagle, did ye see him fall?—
Aflight beyond mid-air
Erewhile his mighty pinions bore him,
His eyry left, the sun before him;
And not a bird could dare
To match with that tremendous motion,
Through fire and flood, ’twixt sky and ocean...
Blue hills beneath the haze
That broods o’er distant ways,
Whether ye may not hold
Secrets more dear than gold,—
This is the ever new
Puzzle within your blue.
Is ’t not a softer sun
Whose smiles yon hills have won?
Is ’t not a...
