LOVE'S DEBT.
"From every portion, from every department, of Nature comes the same voice. Everywhere we hear Thy name, O God; everywhere we see Thy love. Creation in all its length and breadth, in all its depth and height, is the manifestation of Thy Spirit; and without Thee the world were dark and dead."
Through all the flowers, I love Thee,
Through all the joys around, above me—
Through tree and brook, and sea before me,
Through bird-songs—I adore Thee.
For these a debt I owe Thee:
Poor words are all I have to show Thee
How much Thy glorious work doth move me,
And how my soul doth love Thee.
Louis H. Victory.