EARTH'S BEAUTY.
Where the wave murmurs not,
Where the gust eddies not,
Where the stream rushes not,
Where the cliff shadows not,
Where the wood darkens not,
I would not be!
Bright tho' the heavens were,
Rich tho' the flowers there,
Sweet tho' the fragrant air,
And all as Eden fair,
Yet as a dweller there,
I would not be!
O wave, and breeze, and rill, and rock, and wood,
Was it not God Himself that called you GOOD?
—Horatius Bonar.