"Show me your God!" the doubter cries. I point him to the smiling skies; I show him all the woodland greens; I show him peaceful sylvan scenes; I show him winter snows and frost; I show him waters tempest-tossed; I show him hills rock-ribbed and strong; I bid him hear the thrush's song; I show him flowers in the close -- The lily, violet and rose; I show him rivers, babbling streams; I show him youthful hopes and dreams; I show him maids with eager hearts; I show him toilers in the marts; I show him stars, the moon, the sun; I show him deeds of kindness done; I show him joy; I show him care, And still he holds his doubting air, And faithless goes his way, for he Is blind of soul, and cannot see! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SIC VITA by HENRY KING (1592-1669) LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE INVITATION by JAMES BARCLAY THE LAST MAN: A DREAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |