Yosemite

IN this deep cleft, so set apart—

So close to Nature’s throbbing heart—

I stand in fear,

For God is near.

With wondering eyes, from dizzy trails,

I look on floods and granite vales,

And in them see

Divinity.

From towering cliffs and ice-hewn crown

The arrow-feathered pines look down

Where God alone

Has set His throne.

Be still my soul; the Presence greet.

Unclasp the sandals from thy feet,

For all around—

’Tis holy ground.