Poems for Children Sigourney/The Almighty
The Almighty.
Who bade thy parents love thy infant form,
And shield thy weakness from the wintry storm?
Who gave the ear to hear, the mind to know,
The eye to sparkle, and the blood to flow?
Who grants the day of health, the night of rest,
Strength to thy limbs, and comfort in thy breast?
Who marks with kindest care thy daily lot?
Whose arm sustains thee though thou seest it not?
Whose watchful eye observes thy secret ways?
Who writes the record of thy fleeting days?
Go, ask the stream that rolls in torrents by,
Ask of the stars that light the darken'd sky,
Or of the fields, array'd in garments fair,
Or of the birds that warble in the air.
Or of the mountain-lilies wet with dew,
Or of the trees, and they will tell thee who,—
Then lift thine eyes adoring to his throne,
And bow thy heart to Him, the everlasting One.