Nature has no solitude For those who list to her, Her voice is daily heard to speak To them distinct and clear. Think'st thou the broad expanse Of lake, of ocean grand, The flow of brooks and rivers, And stretch of level land, The grandeur of the mountains, The flowers, the grass, the trees, The rocks, the birds, the insects, -- Think'st thou not that these, These things and others, too, which make Up Nature, truly they Speak to the inward man -- the soul -- In accents clear each day. For are they not the oracles Of their Creator; say, Does he not plainly speak through them? Yes, this is God's own way! For oh, how many souls have first Known His rare love divine; Been lifted far 'bove sin's deep pit, Prostrate at Nature's shrine. Ah, yes, dear Father! yes, how oft Thy love our spirits move, So manifested in our works It moves us Thee to love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUCY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HAPPINESS THROUGH THE YEAR by J. MARGARET CRUTE ASHCRAFT |