I sought Him on the purple seas,
I sought Him on the peaks aflame;
Amid the gloom of giant
And canyons lone I called His name;
The wasted ways of earth I trod:
In vain!
In vain!
I found not God.
I sought Him in the hives of men,
The cities grand, the hamlets gray,
The temples old beyond my ken,
The tabernacles of to-day;
All life that is, from cloud to clodI sought. . . .
Alas!
I found not God.
Then after roamings far and wide,
In streets and seas and deserts wild,
I came to stand at last
The death-bed of my little child.
Lo! as I bent beneath the rodI raised my eyes . . . and there was God.
