O THE SILENCES of heaven, How they speak to me of God,
Now the veil in twain is riven That concealed where He abode!
Yet it’s clouds were once around Him, And I sought Him in despair,
And never there I found Him, Till I bought Him with me there.
Not the optic glass revealed Him, No mechanical device
Pierced the darkness that concealed Him With a vision more precise:
Only lowliness can merit That His secret He should tell
Only spirit seeth spirit, And the heart that loveth well
Never till His love hath found thee, Shall the cloud and mist depart;
Vain to seek Him all around thee, Till He dwell within thy heart.
Not without thee, but within thee Must the oracle be heard,
As He seeketh still to win thee, And to guide thee by His word.
When I found Him in my bosom, Then I found Him everywhere,
In the bud and in the blossom, In the earth and in the air.
And He spake to me with clearness From the quiet stars that say,
As ye find Him in His nearness Ye shall find Him far away.
The Vision Of God by Walter Chalmers Smith (1824 – 1908)