Poetry: The Worship Of Nature

'Il hnth becne ns t worp especially rendir cd tinto nioe nnd nmde plnine and legible tui dersmnclynpe ihnt o grein worshipn is frfcing on nniong tle tliyngs of God. ' - Gralt. Theocoan looketli up to heavcn, As 'twere living thing, The fnmae of its waves i given In ccaseless worsliippiiijj. ■ They kneel upon the slopitiy; sand, As bends the human knee, - A beauliful nnd tirclcss band, Tlie priesthood of the sea! They pour the gliUcring treasures out, Which in the deep have birth. And dianot iiieir nwful hymiis ubout The wulching hills of earth. Tlie green earth spihIö ts incensé up From every mountain f-hrn1, From every flmver ni.d öcwy cup Tlint gretelJi theeunshine. Tlie mists are liflfd from tl rüls Liketlio white wing of prnypr, They lean bbove tlie micient hills As iloing hotuage liicro. The forest tops are lowiy cast O er brcezy Isill and filon, As if a prayerfnl spirit paseed On ii&'ure as on men. Tlie clouds weep o'or {c fallen world Even as repentunt love; Ere to the ble-s?d brefjse nnfuricd They fude in !iglt above. The f-ky is a tPtnple's arch, The blue and wavy air ïs?lrions with the spirit-mnrch Uf messenjfers oí pruyer. ■ The genth mnon- the kjnfllii'g snn- Tiie many stars are gyon, As siirincs to hum enrtli'e incensé on - The altnr fire ot heavenl