"Show me your God!" the doubter cries. I point him to the smiling skies; I show him all the woodland greens; I show him peaceful sylvan scenes; I show him winter snows and frost; I show him waters tempest-tossed; I show him hills rock-ribbed and strong; I bid him hear the thrush's song; I show him flowers in the close -- The lily, violet and rose; I show him rivers, babbling streams; I show him youthful hopes and dreams; I show him maids with eager hearts; I show him toilers in the marts; I show him stars, the moon, the sun; I show him deeds of kindness done; I show him joy; I show him care, And still he holds his doubting air, And faithless goes his way, for he Is blind of soul, and cannot see! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ENGLAND AND HER COLONIES [OR, DOMINIONS] by WILLIAM WATSON THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE DIRGE AND HYMENAL by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE WEAVER by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1913 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TO CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |