Can soar to Him who made the whole.
If to thine eye the simplest flower
Portray His bounty and His power!
If, in whate’er is bright or grand,
Thy mind can trace His viewless hand;
If Nature’s music bid thee raise
Thy song of gratitude and praise;
If heaven and earth, with beauty fraught,
Lead to His throne thy raptured thought;
If there thou lovest His love to read—