AT NATURE'S FEET
I love to be a child at Nature's feet,
And on her mossy footstool sit and dream,
Awhile the wild wind and the mountain stream
Delight mine ears with music wondrous sweet.
I love to note the marvelous conceit
With which she hides her beauty and her grace,
And decks with care each lone forsaken place,
And fills the sea with beauties so replete.
O, Nature! fill me with thy sweet delight,
And let me learn thy matchless minstrelsy,
The music of the stars, the sky, the sea,
The peaks, the plains,—that I may sing aright;
Then will I wake the nations with a song
That men shall hear and feel and ponder long.
And on her mossy footstool sit and dream,
Awhile the wild wind and the mountain stream
Delight mine ears with music wondrous sweet.
I love to note the marvelous conceit
With which she hides her beauty and her grace,
And decks with care each lone forsaken place,
And fills the sea with beauties so replete.
O, Nature! fill me with thy sweet delight,
And let me learn thy matchless minstrelsy,
The music of the stars, the sky, the sea,
The peaks, the plains,—that I may sing aright;
Then will I wake the nations with a song
That men shall hear and feel and ponder long.
NIAGARA
Niagara, sublime, eternal, grand,
'Rolling thy thunderous torrent ceaselessly;
Thou art one drop from out the boundless sea,
That resteth in the hollow of God's hand.
Niagara, sublime, eternal, grand,
'Rolling thy thunderous torrent ceaselessly;
Thou art one drop from out the boundless sea,
That resteth in the hollow of God's hand.
LITTLE THINGS
There is no blade of grass but has some power,
And silently it groweth, hour by hour;
There is no life, however mean or small
But addeth something to God's mighty whole.
There is no blade of grass but has some power,
And silently it groweth, hour by hour;
There is no life, however mean or small
But addeth something to God's mighty whole.
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