The songs the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.”
Before his eyes,
“The green earth sends her incense up;”
and to his vision,
“The mists above the morning rills
Rise white as wings of prayer;”
to him
“The blue sky is the temple’s arch.”
What poet paints nature with a truer touch than he? To him the universe is one thought of God; to him all Nature is informed, not as by the many gods of Polytheism; but by a reverent Monotheism, by the touch of the All-Father and the response of a sentient world.