I love to trace there
the footsteps of my FATHER!
(John MacDuff, "Ripples in the Twilight" 1885)
the skies proclaim the work of HIS hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge!"
Psalm 19:1-2
GOD IN NATURE!
I love to trace there
the footsteps of my FATHER!
HIS watchful stars look down kindly
and lovingly from their heights.
There is a touch of beauty
even in Alpine solitudes--
the piles of driven snow like
white mantles woven by angels;
the translucent light of fairy grottoes,
their roofs pendent with icicle,
and distant or overhanging
peaks gleaming with the gold
of the morning, or with evening ruby.
That great and wide sea, with
its dancing waves and troughs
of chameleon hue.
The whisper of the forest and
the sympathetic music of its
million leaves.
The pastures clothed with flocks,
the valleys also covered over with grain.
The sparkling rivulet winding its thread
of silver, singing with gentle ripple, and
taking its part in the blessing of Creation.
The Almighty has thus put HIS loving
and creative thoughts into HIS world.
We can devoutly say,
"How precious also are YOUR
thoughts unto me, O GOD; how
great is the sum of them!"
Yes,
with all this apparent to his vision--
who can see and recognize
the Great Ruler of all--
only in mists and storms,
the boom of the thunder,
the flash of the lightning,
the tremors of the earthquake,
and the havoc of the avalanche?
These are the abnormal
occurrences in HIS mighty sway--
a few exceptional notes in the great
hymn and harmonies of eternal love.
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