O, Maker! Poem by welkin siskin

Where pansophy afloats like the fullness of gospel, endless.

Where avidity blooms in the cold frame of nature;

Where ties of blood nurture benevolence and roof of philanthropic vision;

Where the galaxy of whole slew of stars glitter beyond all bounds;
Where sprinkles purl with the diapason of its singing;
Where the soil rises in joys of profligacy of its abundance;
Where soul inhales heavens of purity;
Where heart shoots ahead of all falsehood and sings
The paean of profound philosophy;
Where eyes expand for the goodwill and wishes,
And heavenly blessedness.
Those things befall all through your creation, O Maker!