The night, in silence, under many a star,
The river shore, and the husky, whispering waves, whose voice I know,
And the soul turning to Thee, O vast and well-veiled Truth,
And the body gratefully nestling close to Thee.*

Walt Whitman, “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed.”



that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,—
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with the eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.


“Lines Composed a Few Miles
above Tintern Abbey” by William Wordsworth


I pervade the whole universe, I am the sustainer of gods.
I am the strength behind the activities of all beings.
| ancient hymn of the Goddess: