"Dear Nature, how I love thee, In all thy varied forms, Through which the God of beauty Thy loveliness adorns. Pure fount of gushing gladness, From spring of heavenly birth, Whose living Waters flow for The children of the earth.
"Crowned by soft, beauteous moonbeams Of holy, silver light, Types of that ancient pillar That led the hosts by night-- Kissed by fond golden sunbeams Of love-streams from on high, Well may thy glad song ever Fill the wide earth and sky."
To those who can enjoy the quiet and peaceful side of life with only an occasional glimpse of its stern realities, these LYRICS will be very acceptable.
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Home Lyrics, by Hannah S. Battersby