Divine Influence Poem by John Bowring

O humble thy heart in His sight,
Who all that heart's weaknesses knows;
His o'erflowing of mercy and might
All strength, all salvation bestows.
Our clouds are dispersed by His light,
Our blindness is cleared by His sight.


In the coldness of life, in the ashes
Of death, there is hidden a spark,
Which, breathed on by Deity, flashes
Its rays on the destinies dark
Of man-in his pilgrimage drear,
Of man-on his death-bed and bier.