God of the granite and the rose,
Soul of the sparrow and the bee,
The mighty tide of being flows
Through countless channels Lord, from thee.
It leaps to life in grass and flowers,
Through every grade of being runs,
‘Til from creation’s radiant towers
Its glory flames in stars and suns.
Oh you who sit and gaze on life,
With folded hands and fettered will,
Who only see amid the strife,
The dark supremacy of ill.
Know that like birds and streams and flowers,
The life that moves you is divine!
Nor time, nor space, nor human powers
Your God-like spirit can confine.
God of the granite and the rose,
Soul of the sparrow and the bee,
The mighty tide of being flows,
Through all your creatures back to thee.
Thus round and round the circle runs,
A mighty sea without a shore,
While men and angels, stars and suns,
Unite to praise you evermore.
Lizzie Doten
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