The Eternal Masculine by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews

What if some morning when the stars were paling, And the dawn whitened, and the East was clear, Strange peace and rest fell on me from the presence Of a benignant spirit standing near:

And I should tell him, as he stood beside me, "This is our earth-most friendly earth and fair; Daily its sea and shore, through sun and shadow, Faithful it turns, robed in its azure air;