GOD THE ARCHITECT

 Who thou art I know not,
 But this much I know;
 Thou hast set the pleiades
 In a silver row;

 Thou hast sent the trackless winds
 Loose upon their way;
 Thou hast reared a colored wall
 Twixt the night and day;

 Thou hast made the flowers to bloom
 And the stars to shine;
 Hid rare gems of richest ore
 In the tunneled mine;

 But chief of all thy wondrous works,
 Supreme of all thy plan,
 Thou hast put an upward reach
 In the heart of man.