From Mike Thurstan Bassett



What beauty lies before us spread

When once we lift our eyes:

Just view the vastness of the skies:

And stately massing clouds,

The veils of drifting rain;


The rainbow o’er the heaving main

That shines thro’ rain-wet shrouds;

The splendour of the rising sun

In a flood of golden light,

Or the fiery pomp of evening

‘Fore the open gates of night.


O I have seen such wonders

From my little room on high

That all the jewels of India

Were not enough to buy:

And were they writ

Howe’er so fair

No living man

Would credence bear;

Nor thinker rapt

In deepest spell

Their mystery learn

Or secrets tell.


We need no gold or treasures rare

Such marvels to behold:

Just eyes to see and hearts to hold

The glories everywhere.


© Mike Thurstan Bassett July 2013

2 thoughts on “From Mike Thurstan Bassett”

  1. Jessica Graham says:

    I volunteer some of my time to help nonprofits with their websites. I worked in IT for 23 years and was a professional webmaster too. I’ve helped eight organizations so far. Do you have any interest in getting a new website for free? I just helped an animal shelter and their site is really nice now. I helped a women’s center before that.

    Jessica Graham

  2. spiggsy says:

    Good poem, Mike. Points out the glory of the skies and all…well said!


    – spiggsy,

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