Poems (Louisa Blake)/There is a God
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"THERE IS A GOD."
How glorious on this summer even,
Appear those shining orbs on high!
How like a bright and happy heaven,
Appears yon tranquil azure sky!
Appear those shining orbs on high!
How like a bright and happy heaven,
Appears yon tranquil azure sky!
Thou glorious, all-existing God,
Art the creator of the whole!
Of all the worlds dispersed abroad,
Thou art the centre and the soul!
Art the creator of the whole!
Of all the worlds dispersed abroad,
Thou art the centre and the soul!
O'er all thy works, thy wonders shine!
O'er all those glorious hosts, we see
The traces of a hand divin,
The light that emanates from thee!
O'er all those glorious hosts, we see
The traces of a hand divin,
The light that emanates from thee!
From thee! to whom the utmost stretch
Of human thought can never reach!
And shall the daring, impious wretch,
Thy love arraign, thy power impeach?
Of human thought can never reach!
And shall the daring, impious wretch,
Thy love arraign, thy power impeach?
There is a God! each voice that breaks
From cliff, or cloud, in flood or flame,
Each gentle breeze, each blossom speaks,—
And all this truth to man proclaim.
From cliff, or cloud, in flood or flame,
Each gentle breeze, each blossom speaks,—
And all this truth to man proclaim.
But chief above the rest, my soul,
That spark divine, sent from on high,
Feels 't is not under earth's control—
Feels that it was not made to die.
That spark divine, sent from on high,
Feels 't is not under earth's control—
Feels that it was not made to die.