The Heart of God in Nature
I BEAR no ill to any hill,
I'm brother to the trees,
My mind doth melt to mountains,
And my soul doth seek the seas;
I greet the sun uprising
With a friendly, loving nod;
Within the breast of Nature
Throbs the heart of God.
To me a star is not afar,
The moon doth know my face,
I often dream beneath her beam,
And sue her sovereign grace;
The sky and air are very fair—
Queen rose and golden-rod;
Within the breast of Nature
Throbs the heart of God.
A little day, and then away
Unto another shore;
Some hasting years of bliss and tears,
Then Charon at the oar;
Whatever cometh after
Our sojourn 'neath the sod,
Within the breast of Nature
Throbs the heart of God.
I'm brother to the trees,
My mind doth melt to mountains,
And my soul doth seek the seas;
I greet the sun uprising
With a friendly, loving nod;
Within the breast of Nature
Throbs the heart of God.
To me a star is not afar,
The moon doth know my face,
I often dream beneath her beam,
And sue her sovereign grace;
The sky and air are very fair—
Queen rose and golden-rod;
Within the breast of Nature
Throbs the heart of God.
A little day, and then away
Unto another shore;
Some hasting years of bliss and tears,
Then Charon at the oar;
Whatever cometh after
Our sojourn 'neath the sod,
Within the breast of Nature
Throbs the heart of God.
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