When winds blow and oceans roar upon the face of the Earth thou hearest my voice; when thou gazest on the starry firmament thou seest my countenance; when the spring blooms out in flowers, that is my smile, Harmachis.

For I am Nature's self, and all her shapes are shapes of Me.

I breathe in all that breathes.

I wax and wane in the changeful moon: I grow and gather in the tides: I rise with the suns: I flash with the lightning and thunder in the storms.

Nothing is too great for the measure of my majesty, nothing is so small that I cannot find a home therein.