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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Worship of Nature</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The harp at Nature's advent strung<br>Has never ceased to play; <br>The song the stars of morning sung<br>Has never died away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And prayer is made, and praise is given, <br>By all things near and far; <br>The ocean looketh up to heaven, <br>And mirrors every star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its waves are kneeling on the strand, <br>As kneels the human knee, <br>Their white locks bowing to the sand, <br>The priesthood of the sea! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pour their glittering treasures forth, <br>Their gifts of pearl they bring, <br>And all the listening hills of earth<br>Take up the song they sing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The green earth sends its incense up <br>From many a mountain shrine; <br>From folded leaf and dewy cup <br>She pours her sacred wine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mists above the morning rills <br>Rise white as wings of prayer; <br>The altar-curtains of the hills <br>Are sunset's purple air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winds with hymns of praise are loud, <br>Or low with sobs of pain, --<br>The thunder-organ of the cloud, <br>The dropping tears of rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With drooping head and branches crossed<br>The twilight forest grieves, <br>Or speaks with tongues of Pentecost<br>From all its sunlit leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blue sky is the temple's arch, <br>Its transept earth and air, <br>The music of its starry march <br>The chorus of a prayer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Nature keeps the reverent frame<br>With which her years began, <br>And all her signs and voices shame<br>The prayerless heart of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Has never ceased to play; 
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.

And prayer is made, and praise is given, 
By all things near and far; 
The ocean looketh up to heaven, 
And mirrors every star.
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