Classic Poem

We say, " It rains. " Slow of belief the Age;
Its very words its unbelief doth show;
Forgot the lessons of the sacred page,
Spoken by men of faith so long ago!
No farther than they see, men's faith extends;
The mighty changes of the earth and sky
To them are causeless all, where Science ends;
An Unseen Cause they know not, or deny.
They hear not in the whirlwind, or the storm,
The mighty Voice, which spake to man of old;
They see not in the clouds of heaven his form,
Nor in his ceaseless works his power behold;
Who maketh small the countless drops of rain,
And sends soft showers upon the springing grain.