For the earth hath such a seeming,
With its thousand glories teeming,
That I dare not always trust myself to utter words aloud.
Yes, for me the deep wood solemn,
Where full many a leafy column
Lifts aloft its crested summit to the beautiful blue sky,
And the sunbeams, bright and golden,
Gloss the mosses gray and olden,
And the brooks, from out them slipping, to the gleaming river hie.