The Promise

Where'er a flower lifts up its faceIn sweetness, purity, and grace,And scents the air;Where'er a bird soars on the wing,Or, joyous, on the bough doth sing,Lord, Thou art there.

Where sunlight through dark trees is seen,Where waters wind in meadows green,Where children band;Where mild-eyed creatures serve our will,Where love gives wrath the "Peace, be still,"God is at hand.

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