Sublime creator, meditator true
In which the cosmic fires brew
Time adores thee and worships thine form
A God of mortal illusions shorn
Clear as sun, and day, and light
Irrepressible desires to take flight
With thee overwhelm the man who perceives
Thine presence, immortal as timeless seas

Fathomless mind, in which eternity contained
From which matter made mountains and wisdom rained
Such wilderness, the dunes of time
Make for an enchanted clime
To love, behold as children do
Their parents, for we dwell deep in you
From ground to sky you are supreme
Paint earth with pallet got from dream