 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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A THOUGHT
(SUGGESTED BY READING “A MIRACLE IN STONE”)
Oh, thou supreme, all-wise, eternal One,Thou who art Lord of lords, and King of kings,
In whose high praise each flaming seraph sings;
Thou at whose word the morning stars begun
With song and shout their glorious course to run;
Thou unto whom the great sea lifts its wings,
And earth, with laden hands, rich tribute brings
From every shore that smiles beneath the sun;
Thou who didst write thy name upon the hills
And bid the mountains speak for thee alway,
Yet gave sweet messages to murmuring rills,
And to each flower that breathes its life away—
Oh! dost thou smile, or frown, when man's conceit
Seeks in this pile of stone the impress of thy feet?
| Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr | |