Splendid beautiful brilliant things,
That He has made in an eyes wink,
Eyes that can see
But minds must perceive
Nature can invisible curtains weave.
The glistening of dew on the fresh green grass
Or the sweet melody of the beauteous thrush,
The colours that are wrought after the cooling rain,
And the fresh breeze and sunshine sweeping over the plain.
The hills silhouetted against the orange sky,
While the suns rays shimmer in the river running by,
The sweet brook singing or the clear mountain stream,
And the wilderness surrounding the quiet sunbeam,
The stars emerging into the early sky of dark,
And quietness settling on this great Earth.
Sunday, November 18, 2007