The thought of God is like the treeĀ Beneath whose shade I lie,Ā
And watch the fleet of snowy cloudsĀ
Sail oāer the silent sky.
āTis like that soft, invading lightĀ
Which in all darkness shines,Ā
The thread that through lifeās sombre webĀ
In golden pattern twines.Ā
It is a thought which ever makesĀ
Lifeās sweetest smiles from tearsĀ
It is a daybreak to our hopesĀ
A sunset to our fears.Ā
One while it bids the tears to flow,Ā
Then wipes them from the eyes,Ā
Most often fills our soul with joy,Ā
And always sanctifies.Ā
Within a thought so great, our soulsĀ
Little and modest grow,Ā
And, by its vastness awed, we learnĀ
The art of walking slow. āFrederick William Faber
Craig T. Owens 