The Worship of Nature
The harp at Nature's advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away. And prayer is...
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The harp at Nature's advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away. And prayer is made, and praise is given, By all things near and far; The ocean looketh up to heaven, And mirrors every star. Its waves are kneeling on the strand, As kneels the human knee, Their white locks bowing to the sand, The priesthood of the sea!…
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