Classic Poem

Love eternal, when He planned
Fronded fern and forest tree,
Laid His meadows on the land,
Floated cloud-reefs o'er the sea,
Dreamed the wonder of your eyes
In the arches of the skies.

All the purport of your powers,
Love, the great Adventurer knew,
When He reared His granite towers,
Leaning stairs up to the blue,
Spreading o'er each lonely crest
Snowy coverlets of rest.

When of old the singing spheres
Waked the young earth with their strain,
Long ere yet the tidal years
Soothed it with the gentle rain,
These were heralds of your voice
Bidding earth and heaven rejoice.

All the mountain crags were flung
To you summits where they lie,
And the trembling stars were swung
In their hammocks of the sky,
So that you might be as they,
Faithful to eternal day.

Love the Beautiful has made
Daisied fields with ferns and flowers,
Stars and suns that never fade,
Built a home for Love like ours;
But He matched the sapphire skies
With the wonder of your eyes.