p. 2 | NATURE'S “TE DEUM”

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 23, 1901

NATURE'S “TE DEUM”

DEEP in the woods I hear an anthem ringing Along the mossy aisles where shadows lie; It is the matin hour, the choir are singing Their sweet “te deum” to the King on high.

The stately trees seem quivering with emotion, And tremble in an ecstasy of music rare, As if they felt the stirring of devotion, Touched by the dainty fingers of the air.

The grasses grow enraptured as they listen, And join their verdant voices with the choir, And tip their tiny blades that gleam and glisten As thrilled with fragrant fancies of desire.

The brooklet answers to the calling river, And, singing, slips away through arches dim; Its heart runs over, and it must deliver Unto the King of kings its liquid hymn.

A shower of melody, and then a flutter Of many wings; the birds are praising, too, And in a harmony of song they utter Their thankfulness to Him, their Master true.

In tearfulness I listen and admire The great “te deum” Nature, kneeling, sings; Ah, sweet indeed is God's majestic choir, When all the world in one pure anthem rings. — Anon.