Shines in the glorious sun—the deep blue sky—
And glows in yonder worlds that roll on high—
Dwells also here—the lightest leaf that moves,
Stirs with thy breath—Thy hand has raised these groves,
And wreathed their foliage—and sent sportive light
To sparkle in their blossoms, and make bright
The leaping fount. Each tender flower that waves
Aloft its head—each drop of spray that laves
The smiling ground, and drinks the sun’s warm rays,
An offering sends of fragrance and of praise