God's mirror of the mountains, God's mirror of the pines, A bowl of sparkling fountains, Earth's font of purest wines. Lake of the morning's glories, Lake of the evening's calms, Thy mirror films the stories Of heaven's holy psalms. My soul in adoration Bows in silent prayers To Thee, God of creation, Whose earth with heaven compares. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF HELL by JOHN DAVIDSON SUMMER SHOWER by EMILY DICKINSON COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK SAINT PAUL: 1 by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE VERS LIBRIST WHO USES ONLY THE MINOR KEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |