THERE'S an eye beyond the human,
That beholdeth only good.
That sees God's vast creation,
And man's real brotherhood.
That looks on things supernal,
Rejoicing in the Light,
Which revealeth perfect wisdom,
Omnipotence, and might.
There's an ear beyond the finite,
Which hears only words of peace,
Which lists to sweetest harmonies
That never, never cease;
Which hears the constant melody
Of soul-reviving Life,
And nothing knows of finite sense,
Of sin, and human strife.
There's a sense that tastes the real,
And sees that God is Good;
Whose delights are rare unfoldings
Of the blessed Fatherhood;
Whose silent speech, the thought of God,
Expressed in His idea,
Has sweetest taste of Life and Love,
And never taste of fear.
