With ear attuned, and alert eye
The Lord can never pass me by.
I see His majesty and might
Where mountains loom in towering height,
Where pond'rous waves with ceaseless roar
In fury lash the circling shore.
His beauty rises, sweet and fair
In flowers whose breath floats on the air,
In birds of gorgeous plumage bright,
In stars, those "twinkling eyes of light."
His love, His wondrous love I see
In murmurs of each leafy tree,
In lowing kine, and waving grain,
In winter's sun and summer's rain.
Behind this mortal sense of things
Majestic Truth her Astral brings.
We look, and lo! transformed by light,
The spirit-substance meets our sight.
Not falling flowers, or angry waves,
Nor sinning souls, or silent graves,
But deathless Life, eternal Love,
A Father, from His heights above
Bending to lift His child to see
The light of Truth that sets him free.
Speaking of a Christian Science reading-room a leading New York daily newspaper recently said:
