Classic Poem

I sought Him in the minster where His name was sung;
In dim cathedrals where for Him great bells are rung;
In woods and hills I roamed and o'er the prairie broad,
To crowds and pageantries I turned and looked for God.
I sought Him in processions where the drums were heard;
In quiet valleys listened to the song of bird;
But never could I find Him in home or street or mart
Till I searched the secret places of the wonder in my heart;
And when I there discerned Him and His unchanging care,
I looked abroad once more and found Him everywhere.