GOD RULES.
WILD rose wooed by sunbeams,
Was sinking back from sight,
And tremblingly unfolding
Its petals to the light.
O rose, why do thine odors
The glad air round me thrill?
The rose looked up and answered,
"'Tis my Creator's will."
I asked a kingly eagle,
With lightning in his eye,
Why upward, ever upward,
He soaring sought the sky.
With royal pinions tossing
And spurning earth's vile dust,
He said, as heaven received him,
"God wills it, and I must."
I asked Niagara's torrent,
"Why do thy waters sweep
With their eternal surges
Down, down yon dizzy steep?"
A voice replied in thunder
That shook the solid land,
“Omnipotence impels me,
I roll at his command."