SHOW me your God the doubter cries. <br />I point him out the smiling skies; <br />I show him all the woodland greens; <br />I show him peaceful sylvan scenes; <br />I show him winter snows and frost; <br />I show him waters tempest-tossed; <br />I show him hills rock-ribbed and strong; <br />I bid him hear the thrush's song; <br />I show him flowers in the close <br />The lily, violet and rose; <br />I show him rivers, babbling streams; <br />I show him youthful hopes and dreams; <br />I show him stars, the moon, the sun; <br />I show him deeds of kindness done; <br />I show him joy, I show him care, <br />And still he holds his doubting air, <br />And faithless goes his way, for he <br />Is blind of soul, and cannot see!<br /><br />John Kendrick Bangs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-104/
