THY works, O Lord, interpret thee, And through them all thy love is shown; Flowing about us like a sea, Yet steadfast as the eternal throne. Out of the light that runneth through Thy hand, the lily's dress is spun; Thine is the brightness of the dew, And thine the glory of the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER RURAL ECONOMY (1917) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A MOTHER'S SONG by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE OLD GARDEN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE POET'S VOW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |