Watts.

Spirit whose life-sustaining presence fills

Air, ocean, central depths by man untried,

Thou for Thy worshippers hast sanctified

All place, all time! The silence of the hills

Breathes veneration: founts and choral rills

Of Thee are murmuring:—to its inmost glade

The living forest with Thy whisper thrills,

And there is holiness in every shade.

Mrs. Hemans.