There are stars up in the Heavens Beyond where we can reach, Drops of water in the ocean, And pebbles on the beach; There are microbes theorizing Who often shout and preach; There are fungi in the classrooms Who know not what they teach. The Creator, God of Heaven, Looks down with tender love On the things of His creation— The world and stars above, While the Angel hosts who serve Him Still marvel at His plan For beyond their comprehension Is His one creature—Man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVOCATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PENELOPE'S LOVER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO THE STATE OF LOVE; OR THE SENSES' FESTIVAL by JOHN CLEVELAND |