The Mystic Kinship

Not a thing that lives and moves

But the mystic kinship proves;

In the deep, the blue above,

All the mid-air ways along —

Hark! the same eternal song

Singing on the lips of Love.

Purl of stream and twirl of leaf —

There the voice of joy and grief,

Love's divine, undying art.

Waving grass and swaying tree,

Swinging of the star and sea —

'T is the beating of thy heart.