Classic Poem

God , thou art good! each perfumed flower,
The waving field, the dark green wood,
The insect fluttering for an hour, —
All things proclaim that God is good.

I hear it in each breath of wind;
The hills that have for ages stood,
And clouds, with gold and silver lined, —
All still repeat that God is good.

Each little rill, that many a year
Has the same verdant path pursued,
And every bird in accents clear,
Joins in the song, — that God is good.

The restless sea, with haughty roar,
Calms each wild wave and billow rude,
Retreats submissive from the shore,
And swells the chorus, — " God is good. "

The countless hosts of twinkling stars,
That sing his praise with light renewed;
The rising sun each day declares,
In rays of glory, — God is good.

The moon, that walks in brightness, says,
That God is good! and man, endued
With power to speak his Maker's praise,
Should still repeat — that God is good.