As ’twere a living thing;
The homage of its waves is given
In ceaseless worshipping.”
And of life’s trials,
“... darkness in the pathway of man’s life
Is but the shadow of God’s providence
By the great Sun of Wisdom cast thereon.”
To his ears is attuned the music heard through the silences, how
“The harp at Nature’s advent strung
Has never ceased to play;