4When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower that summer wreathes
Is born beneath thy kindling eye:
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
175. L. M. Addison.
The Heavens declare the Glory of God.
1The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,