Praises and canticles anticipate
Each day the singing bells that wake the sun,
But now our psalmody is done.
The Truth that substantiates the body's night
Has made our minds His temple-tent:
Open the secret eye of faith
And drink these deeps of invisible light.
The weak walls
Of the world fall
And heaven, in floods, comes pouring in:
Sink from the shallows, soul, into eternity,
And slake your wonder at that deep-lake spring.
We touch the rays we cannot see,
We feel the light that seems to sing.