The Beauties Of Nature

THE beauties of nature,

How charmingly bright;

How lovely and pleasant

Are they to the sight!

The lofty-peaked mountains

In garments of snow:

The billows of ocean,

The brilliant rainbow;

The tall, towering trees

In vestments of gold,

Point up to far heaven,

Where beauties unfold,

In the far-flaming West

At the closing of day,

As the sun sinks behind

The sea's silver spray

Ah, the grandeur that then

Unfurls to the view;

The curtains of amber

Are tinted with blue;

And the white, fleecy clouds

All bathed in the light,

Melt all their bright hues

With the dark shades of night.

Thus falleth the twilight,

So mellow and sweet

The time when dear friends

Most lovingly meet.

But oh! For the quiet

Of midnight's still hour!

When all things are silent,

Save the clock in the tower!

Then how calm and serene

The thoughts that arise,

In the breast of each one,

As he looks on the skies;

Which thrills him with rapture,

And fills him with joy;

He feels pure and happy

As an innocent boy.

We gaze at the heavens

With eager delight,

And think of a haven

Where cometh no night;

A haven where cometh

No darkness or death;

"Where all the saints enter,"

The Holy One saith.

F. H. Phillips.