To know the Cosmos is itself alive,
Not merely matter and the void of space,
Suggests our essence will itself survive
Through some supernal, universal grace.
Suppose that All in essence is a field
All sown with intelligence and love—
And living, loving beings are its yield,
An emblem of which is the Sun above,
Whose radiance is our essential Source
From which springs our vital mentality
By which we reckon and define our course:
The impetus of human history.
I’ve called upon that Source to shape this verse,
And you may, too, in this same grace immerse.