Índice Geral das Seções Índice da Seção Atual Índice da Obra Atual Anterior: 15. Hino Seguinte: 17. “Pois a Sabedoria se Justifica por Todos os Seus Filhos”
(p. 55)
16.
PALAVRAS NA AREIA DO MAR
I SAT and pondered in the bay,
Girt round with sand-cliff white and high,
The brawling sea before me lay,
And o’er me hung the blinding sky.
“How great am I! O GOD,” I said,
“So great that sky and land and sea
And all things else that Thou hast made,
Might fitly have been made for me.
“How little am I in Thine eyes!
No larger than a grain of sand,
Who art so great that heaven lies
Within the hollow of Thine hand.
“Since I am small to Thee,” I said,
“And all things else to me are small,
Methinks I needs must have been made
To look to Thee, beyond them all.
(p. 56)
“Else why have I the power to know,
To think and love, unless it be
That through my learning I might grow,
And rise to purer heights with Thee?”
Índice Geral das Seções Índice da Seção Atual Índice da Obra Atual Anterior: 15. Hino Seguinte: 17. “Pois a Sabedoria se Justifica por Todos os Seus Filhos”