The Beauties Of Nature
THE beauties of nature,
How charmingly bright;
How lovely and pleasant
Are they to the sight!
The lofty-peaked mountains
In garments of snow:
The billows of ocean,
The brilliant rainbow;
The tall, towering trees
In vestments of gold,
Point up to far heaven,
Where beauties unfold,
In the far-flaming West
At the closing of day,
As the sun sinks behind
The sea's silver spray
Ah, the grandeur that then
Unfurls to the view;
The curtains of amber
Are tinted with blue;
And the white, fleecy clouds
All bathed in the light,
Melt all their bright hues
With the dark shades of night.
Thus falleth the twilight,
So mellow and sweet
The time when dear friends
Most lovingly meet.
But oh! For the quiet
Of midnight's still hour!
When all things are silent,
Save the clock in the tower!
Then how calm and serene
The thoughts that arise,
In the breast of each one,
As he looks on the skies;
Which thrills him with rapture,
And fills him with joy;
He feels pure and happy
As an innocent boy.
We gaze at the heavens
With eager delight,
And think of a haven
Where cometh no night;
A haven where cometh
No darkness or death;
"Where all the saints enter,"
The Holy One saith.
F. H. Phillips.