My Father’s World (1)

There is a song our children are taught to sing and the first stanza thereof is as follows: This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ear All nature sings, and round me rings The music of the spheres. This is my Father's world, I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas, His hands the wonders wrought. Indeed this is God's world. It makes no difference what man may do with it. It makes no difference how greedily he may press it into the service of his own flesh....