OH! thou Creator, Father, Friend, Source of all blessings mortals prize, Let nature's praise to thee ascend, In swelling chorus to the skies. Most high, ineffable, supreme, Celestial, awful, brightest bright; The cherubim's inspiring theme, Enrobed in glory, crowned with light, When solemn thunders distant roll, And when the vivid lightnings dart, They strike upon the astonished soul, And speak thy power to every heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA by GEORGE BERKELEY AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THEOCRITUS; A VILLANELLE by OSCAR WILDE TO THE VERS LIBRIST WHO USES ONLY THE MINOR KEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AT SENLIS ONCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SOMEBODY'S MOTHER by MARY DOW BRINE |