I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least… | I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, | In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass; | I find letters from God dropt in he street, and every one is signed by God's name, | And I leave them where they are, for I know | that whereso'er I go | Others will punctually come forever and ever.