Autumn Glory - 7

Here is a splendid view of the River Tay taken from the grounds of the Dunkeld House Hotel.



The flowers of spring may wither, the hopes of summer fade,
The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade;
The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree;
But we, in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling to thee!

Isn't it wonderful to see the mighty arm of God at work in creation?