My soul shall be a telescope, Searching the distant bounds of time and space, That somehow I may image, as I grope, Jehovah's power and grace. My soul a microscope shall be. In all minutest providences keen Jehovah's patient though tfulnesa to see. And read His love between. My soul shall be a burning-glass. That diligence to worship may succeed. That I may catch God's glories as they pass, And focus to a deed. No. even so, A mote in His creation, even I, Seeking alone to do, to feel, to know. The Lord must magnify. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |