I feel the heart-throbs of a Life Divine,
Still sweeping on through Nature's corridors,
And hear the gentle voice of Truth and Love
Which wakes the earth to beauty, bloom and song.
The fragrant winds, the glistening new-born leaves,
The low of cattle on a thousand hills,—
The whole earth redolent with joyous song
From God's own feathered choir, which soars and sings
Through cloudless skies, palpitant with a light
Which bathes the world in gentleness and peace,—
Sing to the waiting heart a song of rest,
And Nature's Diapason grandly swells
With God"s own jubilate,—
"Good is my God; My God is Good; From "Pond and Purpose," by Rev. Mary Baker Eddy.
Love is my God; My God is Love."
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