excerpt from Our Mountain Home So Dear by Emmeline B. Wells
In sylvan depth and shade,
In forest and in glade,
Where'er we pass,
Where'er we pass,
The hand of God we see,
In leaf and bud and tree,
Or bird or humming bee,
Or blade of grass,
The streamlet, flow'r, and sod
Bespeak the works of God;
And all combine,
And all combine,
With most transporting grace
His handiwork to trace,
Thru nature's smiling face,
In art divine.
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