In Being’s floods, in Action’s storm,I walk and work, above, beneath,Work and weave in e
In Being’s floods, in Action’s storm,I walk and work, above, beneath,Work and weave in endless motion.Birth and Death,An infinite ocean;A seizing and givingThe fire of Living:‘Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply,And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by. -- source link