Nor less the mystic characters I see Wrought in each flower, inscrib'd on every tree; In every leaf that trembles to the breeze — Anna Laetitia Barbauld, An Address to the Diety, 1773
Nor less the mystic characters I see Wrought in each flower, inscrib'd on every tree; In every leaf that trembles to the breeze
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand, In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand — Bob Dylan, Every Grain of Sand, 1981
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand, In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand