There's not a leaf within the bower; There's not a bird upon the tree; There's not a dewdrop on the flower, But bears the impress, Lord! of Thee. Thy hand the varied leaf design'd, And gave the bird its thrilling tone: Thy power the dewdrop's tints combined, Till like a diamond's blaze they shone. Yes: dewdrops, leaves, and birds, and all, The smallest like the greatest things; The sea's vast space, the earth's wide ball, Alike proclaim Thee King of Kings. But man alone to bounteous Heaven Thanksgiving's conscious strains can raise; To favour'd man alone't is given To join the angelic choir in praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD TO FRANCE by DANIEL MACINTYRE HENDERSON THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE ECHOES OF SPRING: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND VERIS ET FAVONI by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN DO YOU BLAME HER? by PHOEBE CARY THE LAKE AT ZURICH by JAMES COCHRANE |