Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one Spake, might the word be said that might speak Thee. Streams, winds, woods, flowers, fields, mountains, yea, the sea, What power is in them all to praise the sun? His praise is this, -- he can be praised of none. Man, woman, child, praise God for him; but he He is; and, being, beholds his work well done. All joy, all glory, all sorrow, all strength, all mirth, Are his: without him, day were night on earth. Time knows not his from time's own period. All lutes, all harps, all viols, all flutes, all lyres, Fall dumb before him ere one string suspires, All stars are angels; but the sun is God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 4 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CARD-DEALER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 10. THE PALATINE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CAP AND BELLS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |