Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
He feels the presence of a God:
Around, above, beneath,-where'er
His thought can reach, a God is there.
In midnight darkness he can see
The spirit of the Deity:
In midnight solitude, his ear
The noiseless voice of God can hear.
Around His throne no lightnings play,
No thunder marks His awful way:
He walks in silence through the air,
And He is here, and everywhere!
God is all eye, all ear-the soul
That animates this wondrous whole:
The ray that lights our senses dim,
Is a reflection caught from Him.
God is our origin and end,
From Him we came, to Him we tend;
What an exalted strife to be
Deserving such a destiny!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem