The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (6.1895)

By Charles G. D. Roberts
The spirits of earth were there
Thronging the shadowed air,
Serving among the lilies
In an ecstasy of prayer.

Their speech I could not tell;
But the sap in each green cell,
And the pure initiate petals,
They knew that language well.

I felt the soul of the trees—
Of the white, eternal seas—
Of the flickering bats and night-moths
And my own soul kin to these.

And a spell came out of space
From the light of its starry place,
And I saw in the deep of my heart
The image of God’s face.