Lo, The Poor Indian, Whose Untutored Mind Sees God In The Clouds And Hears Him In The Wind. --Pope. Within The Wind, My Untaught Ear The Voice Of Deity Can Hear, And In The Fleeting Cloud Discern His Movements, Vast And Taciturn; For In The Universe I Trace The Wondrous Grandeur Of His Face. I See Him In Each Blade Of Grass, Each Towering Peak And Mountain Pass; Each Forest, River, Lake And Fen Reveals The God Of Worlds And Men; His Works Of Wisdom Prove To Me, A Wise, Creative Deity.