Fakeer of Jungheera 1.19
God of this beauteous world! whom earth and heaven
Adore in concert, and in concert love,
Whose praise is hymned by the eternal seven
Bright wheeling minstrels of the courts above!
God of this glorious universe !—the sea
Smiles in thy glance, and gladdens in thy ray,
And lifteth up its voice in praise to thee,
Giver of good, Creator of the day!
God of th' immortal mind! with power to scan
Thought that like diamonds in the cavern lie,
Though deeply bedded in the breast of man,
Distinct and naked to thy piercing eye.
God of Eternity! whose golden throne
Is borne upon the wings of angels bright;
God of all goodness, thou art God alone,
Circled with glory, diademed with light!
Thou look'st from thy pavilion, and each cloud
Like fear o'ercome by hope triumphant flies;
The angry thunder's voice, though raving loud,
At thy bright presence into silence dies.
When all is darkness, like the sad soul's night,
And tempests lower like grief upon our hearts,
Affrighted nature sees thy forehead bright,
The black storm furls his banner, and departs.
Thou mak'st the rainbow with thy golden beams,
Span the blue ocean rolling at thy feet;
Set in the sky that arch of promise seems
Like hope still distant, and like hope still sweet.
The flowers, the beauty of the earth, implore,
Like woman in distress, thy rays to bring
Their beauty out of nothing, and their store
Of scent and sweetness from their latent spring.
The forest's green is of thy giving.
Thou Dost fling its emerald mantle o'er the earth—
Prostrate to thee let all creation bow,
For all creation at thy word had birth.
O Sun! thy herald is the morning star,
Like fame preceding greatness; but when day
Comes on advancing with thy gilded car,
Heaven's hosts of wonder melt like sparks away.
Who shall declare thy glory ?—Unto thee
My heart in fervent adoration kneels;
Thou know'st whate'er its sufferings may be,
To thee alone it tremblingly appeals.
God of this beauteous world, whom earth and heaven
Adore in concert, and in concert love;
Thy praise is hymned by the perpetual seven
Bright wheeling minstrels of the courts above.
God of this glorious universe! the sea
Smiles in thy glance, and gladdens in thy ray,
And lifteth up its voice in praise to thee,
Giver of good, creator of the day!
God of th' immortal mind ! with power to scan
Thoughts that like diamonds in the cavern lie,
Though deeply bedded in the breast of man,
Distinct and naked to thy piercing eye.
God of Eternity ! whose golden throne
Is borne upon the wings of angels bright;
God of all goodness, thou art God alone,
Circled with glory, diademed with light!