Lord Of all worlds, let thanks and praise <br />To thee forever fill my soul; <br />With blessings thou hast crowned my days <br />My heart, my head, my hand control: <br />O, let no vain presumption rise, <br />No impious murmur in my heart, <br />To crave the boon thy will denies, <br />Or shrink from ill thy hands impart. <br />Thy child am I, and not an hour, <br />Revolving in the orbs above, <br />But brings some token of thy power, <br />But brings some token of thy love: <br />And shall this bosom dare repine, <br />In darkness dare deny the dawn, <br />Or spurn the treasures of the mine, <br />Because one diamond is withdrawn? <br />The fool denies, the fool alone, <br />Thy being, Lord, and boundless might, <br />Denies the firmament, thy throne, <br />Denies the sun's meridian light; <br />Denies the fashion of his frame, <br />The voice he hears, the breath he draws; <br />O idiot atheist! to proclaim <br />Effects unnumbered without cause. <br />Matter and mind, mysterious one, <br />Are man's for threescore years and ten; <br />Where, ere the thread of life was spun? <br />Where, when reduced to dust again? <br />All-seeing God, the doubt suppress; <br />The doubt thou only canst relieve; <br />Thy soul thy Saviour-Son shall bless, <br />Fly to thy gospel, and believe.<br /><br />John Quincy Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-in-sickness/
