 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
CREATION.
Come, child, look upward to the sky,
The sun and moon behold!
Th' expanse of stars that sparkle high,
Like specks of living gold.
The sun and moon behold!
Th' expanse of stars that sparkle high,
Like specks of living gold.
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Come, child, and now behold the earth
In varied beauty stand;
The product view of six days' birth,
How wondrous and how grand!
In varied beauty stand;
The product view of six days' birth,
How wondrous and how grand!
The fields, the meadows, and the plain,
The little laughing hills,
The waters too, the mighty main,
The rivers and the rills.
The little laughing hills,
The waters too, the mighty main,
The rivers and the rills.
Come then, behold them all, and say—
How came these things to be,
That stand in view, whichever way
I turn myself to see?
How came these things to be,
That stand in view, whichever way
I turn myself to see?
'Twas God who made the earth and sea,
To whom the angels bow;
That God who made both thee and me—
The God who sees us now.
To whom the angels bow;
That God who made both thee and me—
The God who sees us now.
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