I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.
I too will something make
And joy in the making!
Altho' tomorrow it seem'
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered, on waking.
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Yes, God has surrounded us with beauty and amazing things of science and are we blessed? Yes, but our sense of wonder fades and we must seek again fresh marvels from God's hands- -we are such a fickle lot