WHERESOE'ER I turn mine eyes Around on Earth or toward the skies, I see thee in the starry field, I see thee in the harvest's yield, In every breath, in every sound, An echo of Thy name is found. The blade of grass, the simple flower, Bear witness to Thy matchless pow'r. My every thought, Eternal God of Heaven, Ascends to thee, to whom all praise be given. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEST COUNTRY by ALICE CARY ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE MAGIC MIRROR by HENRY MILLS ALDEN MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH KLAMATH SUMMER by VIRGINIA WHITE BROWN |