 | Poems by Bernard Barton |  |
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HYMN.
The Heavens are telling the glory of God,
The firmament showeth his handy work;
In the lowliest flower that springs from the sod,
The proofs of His wisdom and goodness lurk.
The firmament showeth his handy work;
In the lowliest flower that springs from the sod,
The proofs of His wisdom and goodness lurk.
When the Sun cometh forth from the gates of the morn,
Giving light and life to the landscape round;
When the dews of night are empearl'd on the thorn,
And with joyful songs the echoes resound;
Giving light and life to the landscape round;
When the dews of night are empearl'd on the thorn,
And with joyful songs the echoes resound;
Oh! His is the splendor whose beauty makes dim
All that Art can frame to enchant the eye;
And the Music we hear is the Matin Hymn
Of unconscious praise to the Deity!
All that Art can frame to enchant the eye;
And the Music we hear is the Matin Hymn
Of unconscious praise to the Deity!
When the silence of night o'er the earth is spread,
And the moon and stars in their courses shine,
The stillness around and the pomp over-head
Alike to the heart have a voice divine.
And the moon and stars in their courses shine,
The stillness around and the pomp over-head
Alike to the heart have a voice divine.
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For day unto day ever uttereth speech,
And night unto night doth knowledge declare,
And the soul that attends to the truths they teach
May worship God always—and every-where!
And night unto night doth knowledge declare,
And the soul that attends to the truths they teach
May worship God always—and every-where!
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