Explore "Horace I, 34" by Eugene Field on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I have not worshiped God, my King -- / Folly has led my heart astray; / Backward I turn my course to learn / The wisdom of a wiser way.
How marvelous is God, the King! / How do His lightnings cleave the sky -- / His thundering car spreads fear afar, / And even hell is quaked thereby!
Omnipotent is God, our King! / There is no thought He hath not read, / And many a crown His hand plucks down / To place it on a worthier head!