The Voice of God

I HEARD His voice in song of wren

Beneath the hedge at daybreak, when

The dew like diamonds gleams.

I heard His voice in bubbling rills

That tumbled down the verdant hills,

To swell the sea-ward streams.

I heard His voice in whisp’ring breeze,

That gleaned the secret of the trees

And conned the flowers’ dreams.

I heard His voice when squirrels woke

And dropped an acorn from the oak

And whisked their bushy tails.

I heard His voice when Curly Locks

Drove forth to bathe her feathered flocks,

And Meg cleaned out the pails.

I heard His voice when belfry tower

In lazy notes struck noonday hour

And cattle shirked the sun.

I heard His voice when nine was tolled

And all the sheep had gone to fold,

And bleated day was done.

I heard His voice as midnight crept

With murky steps o’er men that slept—

Some pillowed ’neath the sod.

Yes, even in that silent hour

I heard in full majestic power

The mighty voice of God.