Why seek we, sounding high and low?

WHY seek we, sounding high and low
Through heaven and earth, as though
The Eternal Son were yet enthroned on high
In His first unincarnate Majesty?

Why, tottering on the dizzy steep,
Gaze down the lowest deep?
Find'st thou a cave so dark but His dear might
Hath burst the bars, and wing'd the prisoner's flight?

Nay homewards, wandering soul, repair,
The gloom, the bars are there:
The word is nigh, even in thy mouth and heart,
Only obey, and He will all impart.

A leaf or spray at hand may hide
A landscape fair and wide,
Thy casement clear, and thou a reach shalt find
Of earth, air, sea, quite to an eagle's mind.
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