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But God alone can be a home;
And His sweet Vision lies Somewhere in that soft gloom concealed,
Beyond the starry skies.
So, as if waiting for a voice,
Nightly I gaze and sigh, While the stars look at me silently
Out of their silent sky.
How have I erred ! God is my home,
And God Himself is here; Why have I looked so far for Him
Who is nowhere but near ?
Oh not in distant starry skies,
In vastness not abroad, But everywhere in His whole Self
Abides the whole of God.
In golden presence not diffused,
Not in vague fields of bliss, But whole in every present point
The Godhead simply is.
Down in earth's duskiest vales, where'er
My pilgrimage may be, Thou, Lord ! wilt be a ready home
Always at hand for me.