Doubt flies before the truth that's quired...

Doubt flies before the truth that's quired . . . . . When earth in living green 's attired, As ghosts before the daystar's rising,— The grass is ever God finger-spired.

When life is low my awe-stirred soul No vision has of nature's whole; It would unsheathe a weapon naked And cut the bands of divine control.

The Nazarene knows no decrease,— He shed His beams on Rome and Greece! O radiant is His word: Consider The springing grass, and have rest and peace!