Among the trees, O God, Is there not one That with unrivalled love Thou look'st upon? And of all blessed birds, Hath not thy love Found for its fittest mate The homing dove? Or, 'mid the flame of flowers That light the land, Doth not the lily first Before thee stand? So says my soul, O God, The type of thee: "In each life-circle, @3one@1 Was made for me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE by WALT WHITMAN THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES |