![](http://gallery.mac.com/revprs/100406/DSCF2454/web.jpg)
Hark, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King;
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its part, and then obeys.
Nature's chief and sweetest choir
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.
No comments:
Post a Comment