ALL things are full of God. Thus spoke Wise Thales in the days When subtle Greece to thought awoke And soared in lofty ways. And now what wisdom have we more? No sage divining-rod Hath taught than this a deeper lore, ALL THINGS ARE FULL OF GOD. The Light that gloweth in the sky And shimmers in the sea, That quivers in the painted fly And gems the pictured lea, The million hues of Heaven above And Earth below are one, And every lightful eye doth love The primal light, the Sun. Even so, all vital virtue flows From life's first fountain, God; And he who feels, and he who knows, Doth feel and know from God. As fishes swim in briny sea, As fowl do float in air, >From Thy embrace we cannot flee; We breathe, and Thou art there. Go, take thy glass, astronomer, And all the girth survey Of sphere harmonious linked to sphere, In endless bright array. All that far-reaching Science there Can measure with her rod, All powers, all laws, are but the fair Embodied thoughts of God.
By John Stuart Blackie
John Stuart Blackie (28 July 1809 – 2 March 1895) was a Scottish scholar and man of letters.