I read this today from William Wordsworth’s poem, The Excursion. It’s beautiful.
“To every Form of being is assigned,"
Thus calmly spoke the venerable Sage,
“An active Principle: - howe’er removed
From the sense and observation, it subsists
In all things, in all natures; in the stars
Of azure heaven, the unenduring clouds,
In flowers and tree, in every pebbly stone
That paves the brooks, the stationery rocks,
The moving waters, and the invisible air.
Whate’er exists hath properties that spread
Beyond itself, communicating good,
A simple blessing, or with evil mixed;
Spirit that knows no insulated spot,
No chasm, no solitude; from link to link
It circulates, the Soul of all the worlds.
This is the freedom of the universe;
Unfolded still the more, more visible,
The more we know; and yet is reverenced least,
And least respected in the human Mind,
Its most apparent home.”
(excerpt from Book IX of The Excursion, 1853)