As stainless offerings of its praise to Heaven.
Earth is a sea of verdure. Blossoms springing
All gem-like dewy from the velvet sod,
Like whispered melody their perfume flinging,
Earth’s altar’d incense rising up to God,—
Whose word I read in there as in his book,
When e’er their beauties meet my eager look.
Thro’ laughing verdure silvery is straying,
Reflecting, mirror-like, the pure calm sky,
A babbling stream, o’er rock and lichen playing,