If in the field I meet a smiling flower, 



Methinks it whispers, " God created me, 

 And I to Him devote my little hour 



In lonely sweetness and humility." 

 If, where the forest's darkest shadows lower, 



A serpent quick and venomous I see, 

 It seems to say, " I too extol the power 



Of Him who caused me at his will to he." 

 The fountain purling, and the river strong. 

 The rocks, the trees, the mountains, raise one song, 

 " Glory to God " reechoes in mine ear : 



Faithless were I, in wilful ebeoe blind. 



Did I NOT Him in ALt his cueatures find, 

 His voice thbough heaven, and earth and ocean hear. 



James Montgomery. 



