How tenderly the veil of night
Enfolds each sleeping flower,
Till morning's all-pervading light
Proclaims the waking hour.
How lovingly God guards the thought
Engrossed with that which seems,
Till Truth's irradiance has brought
Release from earthly dreams.
No tiny blade of grass that grows,
No bird that cleaves the air,
No humblest child of His but knows
The Father's constant care.
