30.07.2007, 10:27
The Lover of Beauty
Who sows the stars upon the field of night
Or throws the moon's soft glamour on the sea?
Who makes the fireflies flash on bush and tree
Or thrills the dawn with flush of rosy light?
Who gems the dew that sparkles on my sight
Or gives the bird its airy pinions free,
The rose its hue and fragrant charm for me,
Or flowers the fields with myriad blossoms bright?
O deep within my soul I know the Power
That Nature with a million voices sings;
Who gave my life its glory for a dower,
My eye its light; my soaring thought its wings,
And He must love the sky, the hill, the flower,
For Beauty is the very heart of things.
Who sows the stars upon the field of night
Or throws the moon's soft glamour on the sea?
Who makes the fireflies flash on bush and tree
Or thrills the dawn with flush of rosy light?
Who gems the dew that sparkles on my sight
Or gives the bird its airy pinions free,
The rose its hue and fragrant charm for me,
Or flowers the fields with myriad blossoms bright?
O deep within my soul I know the Power
That Nature with a million voices sings;
Who gave my life its glory for a dower,
My eye its light; my soaring thought its wings,
And He must love the sky, the hill, the flower,
For Beauty is the very heart of things.