I. THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee: Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 2. When day, with farewell beam, delays Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues that make the sun's decline 3. When youthful spring around us breathes, THOMAS MOORE, 1779-1852. |