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The harp at Nature's advent strung

The harp at Natureís
advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars
of morning sung
Has never died away.

And prayer is made,
and praise is givín,
By all things near and far;
The ocean looketh up to Heavín,
And mirrors every star.

Its waves are kneeling
on the strand,
As kneels the human knee,
Their white locks
bowing to the sand,
The priesthood of the sea!

They pour their glittering
treasures forth,
Their gifts of pearl they bring,
And all the listening hills of earth
Take up the song they sing.

The green earth
sends its incense up
From many a mountain shrine;
From folded leaf and dewy cup
She pours her sacred wine.

The mists above
the morning rills
Rise white as wings of prayer;
The altar-curtains of the hills
Are sunsetís purple air.

The winds with hymns
of praise are loud,
Or low with sobs of painó
The thunder-organ of the cloud,
The dropping tears of rain.

With drooping head
and branches crossed
The twilight forest grieves,
Or speaks with
tongues of Pentecost
From all its sunlit leaves.

The blue sky is
the templeís arch,
Its transept earth and air,
The music of its starry march
The chorus of a prayer.

So Nature keeps
the reverent frame
With which her years began,
And all her signs
and voices shame
The prayerless heart of man.

marker 99
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1867
      Bible Refs: Is 6:3;
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        Dates: c. 1567
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)

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