Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

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I asked the stately forest tree,
In all its summer sheen,
Who gave it such majestic grace,
And waving boughs so green —
It rustling answered, ' God.'
I asked the streamlet, as it laughed
Along the enamelled mead,
Who fed its urn, and gave its wave
Its song and dancing speed —
It gurgling answered, ' God.'
I asked the rushing waves, who bade
Their long array to roll,
Like warriors shouting in their strength,
From distant pole to pole —
Each hollow answered, ' God.
I asked the gorgeous sun, who crowned
His brow with dazzling light,
The stars, who filled their golden urns,
High in the dome of night —
Each voice responded, ' God.'
I asked the harper bee, who taught
Him both to toil and sing.
The eagle soaring to the sun,
Who nerved his untired wing —
Each voice responded, ' God.
And thus I found all Nature's tribes.
Through every varied sphere.
With thousand tongues oracular.
In Reason's listening ear —
To tell of Nature's God.