The generous prodigality of nature,
The balm, the bliss, the beauty, and the bloom,
The bounteous providence in every feature,
Recall the good Creator to His creature,
Making all earth a fane, all heaven its dome!...
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool, a font;
Each cloud-capped mountain is a holy altar;
An organ breathes in every grove,