I love thy skies, thy sunny mists, <br />Thy fields, thy mountains hoar, <br />Thy wind that bloweth where it lists- <br />Thy will, I love it more. <br /> <br />I love thy hidden truth to seek <br />All round, in sea, on shore; <br />The arts whereby like gods we speak- <br />Thy will to me is more. <br /> <br />I love thy men and women, Lord, <br />The children round thy door; <br />Calm thoughts that inward strength afford- <br />Thy will than these is more. <br /> <br />But when thy will my life doth hold <br />Thine to the very core, <br />The world, which that same will doth mould, <br />I love, then, ten times more!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noontide-hymn/
