Poems (Charlotte Allen)/There 's not a Flower
THERE 'S NOT A FLOWER.
There 's not a flower that ever grew On mountain or in vale,And not a stream that meets our view, In woodland, field or dale, But what bespeaks Almighty power, And shows the wond'rous careOur Father hath for every thing On earth, in sea, and air.
There 's not a wave on ocean's breast, But His command obeys;'T is He alone can hush the storm, And He the tempest stays.There 's not a star in yon bright sphere, Can shed its glittering beam,Without the powerful aid of Him, From whom our blessings teem.
Where'er we cast our wondering eye, Around this mundane sphere,We view the marvellous works of God, And feel that he is here.The great, unseen, pervading power, Is felt in every place;In light and darkness, earth and sea, His mighty works we trace.