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As The Indian Post by :BobTeske Category :Poems Author :Alfred Castner King Date :October 2011 Read :3508

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As The Indian

Lo, the poor Indian, whose untutored mind
Sees God in the clouds and hears Him in the wind.

Within the wind, my untaught ear
The voice of Deity can hear,
And in the fleeting cloud discern
His movements, vast and taciturn;
For in the universe I trace
The wondrous grandeur of His face.

I see him in each blade of grass,
Each towering peak and mountain pass;
Each forest, river, lake and fen
Reveals the God of worlds and men;
His works of wisdom prove to me,
A wise, creative Deity.

(The end)
Alfred Castner King's poem: As The Indian

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