Classic Poem

By every ebb of the river-side
My heart to God hath daily cried;
By every shining shingle-bar
I found the pathway of a star;
By every dizzy mountain-height
He touches me for cleaner sight,
As Moses' face hath shined to see
His intimate divinity;
Through desert sands I stumbling pass
To death's cool plot of friendly grass,
Knowing each painful step I trod
Hath brought me daily home to God.