Do you ask me how I prove That our Father, God, is love? By this world which He hath made, By the songs of grove and blade, By the brooks that singing run, By the shining of the sun, By the breeze that cools my brow, By fresh odors from the plow, By the daisy's golden head, Shining in the fields I tread, By the chorus of the bees In the flowering willow trees, By the gentle dews and rain, By the farmer's springing grain, By the light of golden eyes, By the sheen of forest leaves, By the sweets of woodland springs, By the joy right-doing brings— By a thousand, thousand things! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CITY ROOFS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE |