_ How do Thy clear, still eyes transpierce our souls,
As gazing them toward the Father-throne
In a pathetical, full Deity,
Serenely as the stars gaze through the air
Straight on each other!
As gazing them toward the Father-throne
In a pathetical, full Deity,
Serenely as the stars gaze through the air
Straight on each other!
Elizabeth Browning
