" Hark I in what rings. 

 And hymning circulations the quick world 



Awakes and sings 



The rising winds, 



And falling springs, 

 > Birds, beasts, all things 

 Adore Him in their kinds ; 



Thus all is hurled 

 In sacred hymns and order : the great chime 

 And symphony of Nature." 



Henry Vaughan, Siluriat. 



