Classic Poem

My Heavenly Father! all I see,
Around me and above,
Sends forth a hymn of praise to thee,
And speaks thy boundless love.

The clear blue sky is full of thee:
The woods, so dark and lone,
The soft south wind, the sounding sea,
Worship the holy One.

The humming of the insect throng,
The prattling, sparkling rill,
The birds, with their melodious song,
Repeat thy praises still.

And thou dost hear them every one, —
Father, thou hearest me:
I know that I am not alone,
When I but think of thee.