Patrick Regan has kindly shared the material from his George Heath site with readers of the Victorian Web, who may wish to consult the original.
O light of the Eternal! round my brow,
For ever circling, moves the fluid air;
And through the measureless expanse of calm
Glows the empurpled ether, like a sea
Of crystal amethyst; and far beyond,
In such a hush of peace, the infinite
Unwavering orbs their solemn measure tread;
And come ten million voices from the earth,
The air, the ocean — rustling steps of airs
That walk the woods in moody glooms and calms;
The guttural roll of watercoils ; the boom
Of forest-rumbling winds; the thunderous bass
Of the deep-bellowing tempest-wheels; the low
Grand undertone of Peace on harp of Eve.
And on my rapt and trembling vision break
In quick succeeding glimpses, power on power
Of all the might and marvel Thou hast made: —
The silken tread of morning on the hills;
Soft meltings of the sheen into the dark;
Wide openings of the light in rosy wings;
Still breakings of the clouds in argent braids
O'er slanting cataracts of moony waves;
The tremulous swell of foliage; the sheen
Of wonder-dreaming waters 'neath the sun;
The mystical magnificence of night,
The light-thronged, rare magnificence of day.
O visions of the mystic! round thee throb
Thy boundless works — a wildering galaxy!
None fixed, but circling all the tireless dance
With measured action, pace, and balanced power;
Conjunct, centrifugal, centripetal,
Immense, harmonious, widening out from thee,
Each in its orbit, none diverging thence.
My gaze sweeps marvelling up the mighty chain,
And grows my soul into a god in thought!
Thou Spirit of the marvellous! I see
In zones, immeasurable, all Thy works
Concentring, circling, summering to Thee!
Thou the attraction, Thou the moving thought;
O light of the Eternal! all the stir
And grandeur of the wonder Thou hast made,
Lie on my being like a seraph touch,
And grow through all the grooves of all my life,
And fill me with an infinite, intense,
Untiring gush of wonder, music, prayer.
Maker! had'st Thou but given the little day
In which this mortal blossoms, blooms, and dies;
Were this terrestrial span the minute sum
Of our existence — nothing more beyond —
O, I could bless Thee for so faint a glimpse
Of all Thy grandeur-power; that I might dip
E'en that frail bubble's depth into the sea
Of Thy great magnitude; that I might drink
So poor a draught of all the harmony,
The wisdom, the beneficence, the light,
The excellence of Thy creative mind
And effluent existence — yea, in sooth,
Were life a dream, a waking from a sleep
To sink into an endless sleep again;
And how much more when in this mortal glows
A spark of Thine own essence, which must sweep
The myriad circles of a vast, immense,
Untold, unthought Eternity, to which
E'en Godhead hath affixed no boundary-line!
For ever deepening nearer Thy heart;
For ever learning more and seeking more
Of Thy exhaustless mind and majesty;
For ever growing more into Thyself.
O Thou unvarying sun, with Thy last beams
Flash grieved remembrance in upon my soul —
O watchful stars, with your all-piercing eyes
Deep in my conscience wake conviction's throes —
O stern-browed clouds and mountains, frown on me,
Until within me rise a black remorse
To goad and menace, if for one brief day —
But one brief day — I fail, forget to seek
A deeper knowledge of His wondrous works,
A wider comprehension of himself;
O soul and harp, awake! O voice, awake!
Tune all your strings to the great harmony!
Tumultuous throbbings, break from every hour
And latitude of life —
Praise ye the Lord!
Ye mighty Nations; all ye realm of tongues;
O men of every clime, of every state,
Or great, or small, or mighty, or renowned, —
Old age and children, youths and maidens, join.
Ye are the grand connecting link betwixt
The mortal and immortal — bare your brows
Beneath the arc of God's great firmament;
Swell every note of your wide varied minds: —
Praise ye the Lord!
O, potent Elements, engendered from
The burning heats and calm, awake, arise!
Assemble from the far four-winds of heaven
As unto strife; come forth, in all your pomp
And pageantry of sound; astound the earth;
Convulse the ocean; roar amid the woods;
Gloom all your blackness; blaze your lightnings forth;
Shake your hoarse thunderings loose along the clouds,
And rise and wrestle mid the astonished air —
Praise ye the Lord!
O fair imperial Day, that walk'st in light;
O Dawn, with maiden-lip, dew kissed and warm;
O golden-folded Eve, that sinkest in mist;
O Night, with the immense, mysterious brow —
Each, as ye tread the pathways of the earth,
Praise ye the Lord!
O splendid portal of the marvel-light;
O radiant frontlet on the brow of Eve;
O white, immobile, unimpassioned stars,
I never gaze upon you but my soul
Grows still within me, speechless, dumb with awe,
And rises on my mind of minds the vast —
The sole idea of Eternity!
Still hang your burdens on Creation's harp —
Praise ye the Lord!
Thou Ocean, roar, and clasp thy ponderous hands,
And kiss thy rage defiant in the teeth
Of the imperious whirlwinds; shake thyself;
Spit thy grey froth against the tempest's front;
Hold thou thy sides, and chuckle 'neath the black,
Stern, cyclopean glooms; roll thy huge tongue
About thy wooded isles and shoals and shores;
Or ruffle glimmering scales beneath the calm,
Returning, fond, the sunset's kiss of peace —
Praise ye the Lord!
O solid land, in each successive clime,
'Neath every sky, ream o'er the sumptuous cup
Of all thy opulence; surge out thy wide
Supreme magnificence in every zone;
Wreath thy broad brow with all of rare and fair;
Deck thee luxuriantly; upswell on high
Thy myriad song — thy God is bountiful —
Praise ye the Lord!
O mighty reservoirs slung on air,
Ye clouds that drape and film the earth about;
That float blithe dreams amid the morning gold,
And brood and lie among the mountains, where
The night rolls like the tide from sea to sea;
Ye mists that hang in ragged fringes round
The edge of darkness — ye white fogs
That swathed the sleeping valleys through the night,
Praise ye the Lord!
O all ye soothing dews and showers of rain;
Ye storms of sleet and snow; ye winds and hail;
O frost and ice; O, varying cold and heat: —
Praise ye the Lord!
O all ye waters that replenish earth;
Ye swollen rivers roaring to the main;
Ye little lakes; ye streamlets with your pipes
That run about the woodlands and the wilds;
Ye effluent springs that spark the mountain side —
Praise ye the Lord!
O solemn, solemn mountains; O ye hills,
Ye calm-browed hills; ye dusky plains and vales;
O grey-cragged summits; O ye chasms wide;
Ye awful wastes of ever shifting sands —
Excite with wonder while ye deepen awe —
Praise ye the Lord!
Shake out your banners, nod your plumes, ye trees
That bask the mountains, fringe the glooms and dens;
Wave, O ye reeds and grass, and picture forth
The wide-wing waftings of the under winds;
Bend low, O stately corn; ye thickets thrill;
O radiant flowers, upstretch your honey-cups —
Praise ye the Lord!
O all ye myriad-life that gather up
The fulgent glory of the sun-warmed airs;
Ye rare-winged birds that vocalize the world,
And skim across the summer wave and wold;
Ye cattle grazing on a thousand hills;
Ye beasts that lurk in many dens and caves;
Ye scaly things that deep in waters glide —
Swell out your being's grand exuberance —
(For earnest life is ever truest praise) —
Praise ye the Lord!
Slide on, O seasons, in your changeful dance,
Charm the wide earth with mingling lights and shades,
And crown the reeling goblet of the year:
Ye sabbaths raise your full magnificat —
Praise ye the Lord!
O thou our orb, amidst thy glittering race,
Made eloquent with beauty by His hand,
How fair thou art; yea, very fair and good!
O, teem thy myriad pulses forth in praise;
Pour out thy soul unto the listening hours;
O take it up, thou ether, take it up;
Catch the rapt strain thou awful, awful void;
Ye sister orbits waft the glory on,
And on, and on, until the universe
Is full of harmony, as full of Him —
Praise thou the Lord!
O all things that have motion, voice, or breath,
Whether ye circle round the Holiest
On wings celestial, or roll amid
Th' unmeasured ecstasies of marvellous space
In light and shadowing; whether with form
Erect ye walk the world i'th' image of God,
Or creep, or run, or soar, or swim, or glide:
Oh! all created things
Praise ye the Lord!
Stupendous Being! Majesty eterne!
Triessenced Deity — essential One!
Creator Uncreate! who veil'st Thy face
In vapoury void; who in the vast occult
Pavilions of the skies dost hide Thyself;
Thou Unapproached, Unsearched, Unreached, Unknown,
Whose hidden name no earthly syllables
Could shape for human utterance — to us
Dim-shadowed in the mystic "GOD." —
O Thou, before Whose face the mad, blind storms
Divide tumultuously the placid air;
At Whose approach the black, confederate clouds
Asunder start with loud convulsive shout,
And drop their half-forged lightnings sudden down;
Before Whose breath the stars slip from their poles,
The earth hath under-shudderings, the hills
Do shake and melt, the valleys heave and smoke,
The cedars and the oaks abase themselves
And bow; the forest-realms and ocean-gatherings
Affrighted, roar, afflict, and lash themselves:
O Thou, Whose might is faintly figured forth
In all the varying pageantry from year to year
Of this the narrow limit of our dim
And feeble ken; thou sacred, sacred Power!
Even as the rain, from earth and ocean drawn
In mists and fogs, thither returns again
In copious showers, so may all essences,
All springs of life, all impulses, all interests,
All powers, and motions, erst derived from Thee,
To Thee return, in tenfold sympathies
Of praise ecstatic, endless, infinite!
Amen! Amen!
Last modified 4 September 2002