“How does the rivulet find its way?
How does the floweret know its day
And open its cup to catch the ray?
“I see the germ to the sunlight reach,
And the nestling knows the old bird’s speech.
I do not know who is there to teach.
“I see the hare through the thicket glide,
And the stars through the trackless spaces ride.
I do not see who is there to guide.
“He is eyes for all, who is eyes for the mole,
See motion goes to the rightful goal.
O God! I can trust for the human soul.”