Lo! a Creation fresh and new,
Pictured with light, how wonderous fair
Pure, from the baptism of the dew,
And fragrant with the odorous air!
Her joyous canticle, the bird
Sings, swinging on the swinging spray
And from a thousand throats are heard
A thousand welcomes to the day.
With what a joyous flash and flow
The streams go shouting down the hill!
How, from the sleeping lake, come low
Soft tones that whisper “Peace! Be still!”
A living soul is in the trees —
The spirit of a conscious love;
And hymns are borne, on every breeze,
From Nature to her Lord above!
