I found Him in the whisp’ring pines,
And in the beauty of the rose;
I found Him where the first star shines,
Above the Summer day’s soft close;
I found Him where the storms grew wild;
I found Him in the happy face
And manner of a little child,
Revealing loveliness and grace.
I found Him in the swinging suns
That wheel their way through endless space,
And in the humblest path that runs
To love’s sequestered dwelling place;
I found Him where the violets dwell,
And where the bluebirds wheel and dart;
But never really knew Him well
Until I found Him in my heart.