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.

We then 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