God's Touch
I wandered in a garden fair,
Adown a leaf-strewn glade,
Drinking in draughts of sweet cool air,
Which round about me played.
When, just a little to one side,
A-crouching playfully,
A jet-black kitten I espied,
Whose eyes were fixed on me.
I beckoned to her with my hand,
And swift to me she sped.
I stooped, and with a finger bland
Caressed her soft black head.
The little creature, to and fro,
Rubbed gently 'gainst my feet,
And purred incessantly, to show
My touch to her was sweet.
And when I strolled on silently-
Although she sought in vain-
She would not leave me, hoping I
Would touch her once again.
And then there came to me the thought:
If one slight touch of mine
Such joy to this small creature brought,
What power in the Divine!
The touch of God has power to move
The soul to such delight
That it will thrill with heavenly love,
And languish for His sight.
Touch then my soul, O God, that I
May thrill with that true love
Which makes earth's joys seem vanity,
And draws my heart above.
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