

Here is one of my favorite poems. I read it in my school book:
This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas-
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their makers praise.
This is my Father's world,
He shines in all that's fair;
In rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.