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.
– Daniel S. Richardson