Poem

“For Thou, Lord, hast made me glad through Thy work: I will triumph in the works of Thy hands.” Psalm 92:4 What mild, peaceful sway o’er the motions Of human heart like Nature’s potions! The agitated mind, leaving town, At sight of sea or mountain, calms down. In falling of the dusk, stars arise, Quieting the soul with sweet surprise. Then tranquility the heart rules o’er, Frees my thoughts: they to Creator soar. Father of the world, His works I see In grandeur: earth, sea, sky, mount...