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152 You’re just as wonderful as I, And all Creation in our view Is quite as marvelous as you. Come, let us on the sea-shore stand And wonder at a grain of sand; And then into the meadow pass And marvel at a blade of grass; Or cast our vision high and far And thrill with wonder at a star; A host of stars–night’s holy tent Huge-glittering with wonderment.

If wonder is in great and small, Then what of Him who made it all? In eyes and brain and heart and limb Let’s see the wondrous work of Him. In house and hill and sward and sea, In bird and beast and flower and tree, In everything from sun to sod, The wonder and the awe of God.

August 9, 1914.