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Unnumbered gods may unremembered die; / A thousand creeds may perish and pass by; / Yet do I lift mine eyes to ONE on high.
Unnamed be HE from whom creation came; / There is no word whereby to speak His name / But petty men have mouthed it into shame.
I lift mine eyes, and with a river's force / My love's full tide goes sweeping on its course / To that supreme and all-embracing Source.
Then back through all those thirsting channels roll / The mighty billows of the Over Soul. / And I am He, the portion and the Whole.
As little streams before the flood-tide flee, / As rivers vanish to become the sea, / The I exists no more, for I AM HE.