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

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


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