Correspondences

Christopher Pearse Cranch (1813-1892)

All things in nature are beautiful types to the soul that can read them;

Nothing exists upon earth, but for unspeakable ends,

Every object that speaks to the senses was meant for the spirit;

Nature is but a scroll; God's handwriting thereon.

Ages ago when man was pure, ere the flood overwhelmed him,

While in the image of God every soul yet lived,

Every thing stood as a letter or word of a language familiar,

Telling of truths which now only the angels can read.

Lost to man was the key of those sacred hieroglyphics,

Stolen away by sin, till by heaven restored.

Now with infinite pains we here and there spell out a letter,

Here and there will the sense feebly shine through the dark.

When we perceive the light that breaks through the visible symbol,

What exultation is ours! We the discovery have made!

Yet is the meaning the same as when Adam lived sinless in Eden,

Only long hidden it slept, and now again is revealed.

Man unconsciously uses figures of speech every moment,

Little dreaming the cause why to such terms he is prone,

Little dreaming that every thing here has its own correspondence

Folded within its form, as in the body the soul.

Gleams of the mystery fall on us still, though much is forgotten,

And through our commonest speech, illumine the path of our thoughts.

 

Thus doth the lordly sun shine forth a type of the Godhead;

Wisdom and love the beams that stream on a darkened world.

Thus do the sparkling waters flow, giving joy to the desert,

And the fountain of life opens itself to the thirst.

Thus doth the word of God distil like the rain and the dew-drops;

Thus doth the warm wind breathe like to the Spirit of God;

And the green grass and the flowers are signs of the regeneration.

 

O thou Spirit of Truth, visit our minds once more,

Give us to read in letters of fight the language celestial --

Written all over the earth, written all over the sky--

Thus may we bring our hearts once more to know our Creator,

 Seeing in all things around, types of the Infinite Mind.