O, fellowman, do you not hear the voice of nature newly born?
Bright-pearled dew, the robin's trill, the stirring of the early morn?
How sweet it is, if you'd be still, to hear God's message from His heart:
That if we would see His gifts that He doth now impart...
How much you'd learn from nature's ways that governments of men
do seem to shun and do not know the wisdom it displays!
The Lord made all we see: the trees and creeping things
He made for our delight; not just His own for joy and awe to bring.