Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/To the Sun

To the Sun.

Emblem of Him that made thee, source of light, Heat, vegetation, beauty, and defence!Let not the unbelieving sons of night Scoff at our notion that OmnipotenceCares for the meanest worm that crawls the earth. Even as the aureate tide thou pourest forth On all sides equally at every point,Flooding creation with thy boundless beams. And yet with thine own image dost anointEach individual daisy's head; so teems Full on the universe through all its roundThe radiant power of the Divinity; But still with special aim is resting foundUpon the lowliest of the lowly—me.