The Informing Spirit

I
there is no great and no small
To the Soul that maketh all:
And where it cometh, all things are;
And it cometh everywhere.


II
I am owner of the sphere,
Of the seven stars and the solar year,
Of Cæsar’s hand, and Plato’s brain,
Of Lord Christ’s heart, and Shakspeare’s strain.

Published in The Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson

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