WHERESOE'ER I turn mine eyes Around on Earth or toward the skies, I see thee in the starry field, I see thee in the harvest's yield, In every breath, in every sound, An echo of Thy name is found. The blade of grass, the simple flower, Bear witness to Thy matchless pow'r. My every thought, Eternal God of Heaven, Ascends to thee, to whom all praise be given. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET: 106 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |