Chapter XLVIII

The Heaven of Heavens is fill’d with One,
Of rays shot forth, and God the Sun:
For God is Love, and this is He,
That filleth all Immensity.
And seraphs in his sight are dim,
They are but beings out of Him!
’Tis central Glory—and its beams:
’Tis Light’s great Fountain—and its streams:
’Tis One—so great, so good, so bright,
And hosts inscrutable as light,
A Voice—and echoes of its sound;
God,—and his living smiles around!