Patrick Regan has kindly shared the material from his George Heath site with readers of the Victorian Web, who may wish to consult the original.

The glory of God appears to human eye, —
Upon yon gold-shot bound of visual quest;
Yon torrid sunset saddening in the west;
The glinting cliffs that commune with the sky;
The glowing clouds that, voiceless, ramble by
      Upon yon tesselated hillock's crest:
      Amid the stillness, motion, and the rest.
Upon the shades that in the valleys lie;
The trees that whisper not but doze in peace;
      The defluous fascination of the stream:
Where, on the lake, the sunlight's fond surcease
      Plays, like the last faint promptings of a dream.
Thy glory, God, is round me, on my heart! —
Why do we sometimes wonder where Thou art?

Last modified 4 September 2002