My soul shall be a telescope, Searching the distant bounds of time and space, That somehow I may image, as I grope, Jehovah's power and grace. My soul a microscope shall be. In all minutest providences keen Jehovah's patient though tfulnesa to see. And read His love between. My soul shall be a burning-glass. That diligence to worship may succeed. That I may catch God's glories as they pass, And focus to a deed. No. even so, A mote in His creation, even I, Seeking alone to do, to feel, to know. The Lord must magnify. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |