[Written for the Sentinel.]

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I love the clouds that sweep the blue;
The breeze, that trips the violets through;
The swaying grasses, bending trees,
The brilliant moth, the valiant bees,
I love the shadows of the wood—
I love to know that God is good!

I love the mountains' towering strength,
The rivers, in their sinuous length;
The little lakes, whose smile and glint
Of something deeper give a hint.
I love the ocean's deep-toned strife,
I love to know that God is Life!

I love the mornings' misty red,
The fluttering wing, the lifted head
And swelling throat of thrush and lark,
Rejoicing at the conquered dark.
Ah! yes, I love day's brilliant youth—
I love to know that God is Truth.

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