When the hidden sun touches the mountains afar, Ere the stillness of night has gone; When the silver clouds welcome the morning star, And the darkness retreats from the dawn; Then nature awakes refreshed from her sleep; The coy maiden flowers from their green beds peep; And the twittering birds, and all creatures below, And the star, and the clouds above, Are telling my soul in sweet voices and low, God is love. When the summer sun lights up the sky and the earth, And the dew on the grass and the tree; When the mountain stream sparkles in joyous mirth, And the white foam is tossed on the sea; Then nature is bounding with life and emprise, And looks into mine with a thousand eyes; With glances that waken the spirit's power To emotions resplendently bright, As she chants to my soul from her rainbow bower, God is light.
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