Unity In Nature's Temple

A man cannot match
Two faces in a crowd;
Two leaves in the forest;
Or even two flowers
In the woodlands of spring.
To all, it would seem .......
As if the moulds of nature
Are broken and cast aside,
As soon as one result
Has been attained.
And yet, it is this variety,
Which affords infinite enjoyment,
Banishing monotonous melancholy,
And weariness of soul:
A kaliedoscope of beauty;
Formed by a loving hand.

Even so, amid natural pluralism;
There is a marvelous unity:
Every part interlocks,
By subtle and delicate links,
With every other part:
A disturbance anywhere,
Sends a shock of disconcertion
Throughout the whole..
And just as the majestic heavens
Infinitely repeats itself,
In bolder or slighter forms;
So do the same types here recur:
In tree and flower;
In molecule and planet;
In tiny atom and created man.

All of this is because,
When one fully penetrates
Into the heart of nature;
He soon comes across
The Almighty God of Creation:
"Of Him and through Him,
And to Him, are all things."
"There are diversities of operations,
But it is the same God,
Who works in all."
The unity of nature's temple;
Results from having originated,
In the depths of only One Mind;
And from being guided and nurtured,
In the grip of only One Hand:
The Mind and Hand of God.