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Come to me, come to me, O my God; / Come to me everywhere!
Let the trees mean thee, and the grassy sod, / And the water and the air!
For thou art so far that I often doubt, / As on every side I stare, / Searching within, and looking without, / If thou canst be anywhere.
How did men find thee in days of old?
How did they grow so sure?
They fought in thy name, they were glad and bold, / They suffered, and kept themselves pure!
But now they say -- neither above the sphere / Nor down in the heart of man, / But solely in fancy, ambition, and fear / The thought of thee began.
If only that perfect tale were true / Which ages have not made old, / Which of endless many makes one anew, / And simplicity manifold!
But _he_ taught that they who did his word / The truth of it sure would know: / I will try to do it: if he be lord / Again the old faith will glow;
Again the old spirit-wind will blow / That he promised to their prayer; / And obeying the Son, I too shall know / His father everywhere!