George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
Listening for GodWilliam Channing Gannett (18401923)
I
I hear it in the light,—
Where is the voice that calls to me
With such a quiet might?
It seems but echo to my thought,
And yet beyond the stars;
It seems a heart-beat in a hush,
And yet the planet jars!
My inmost soul there lies
A spirit-sky, that opens with
Those voices of surprise?
And can it be, by night and day,
That firmament serene
Is just the heaven where God himself,
The Father, dwells, unseen?
That every thought is plain,
Be judge, be friend, be Father still,
And in thy heaven reign!
Thy heaven is mine,—my very soul!
Thy words are sweet and strong,
They fill my inward silences
With music and with song.
And loud rebuke my ill;
They ring my bells of victory,
They breathe my “Peace, be still!”
They ever seem to say: My child,
Why seek me so all day?
Now journey inward to thyself,
And listen by the way!