How stirs my soul to see

The springtime glory of a common

tree;

Or why stand hushed before the

mountain's majesty?

If God is not

How stirs my soul to hear

The woodbird's sonnet lone and

clear;

Or why so sweet the meadow

music on my ear?

If God is not

How stirs my soul to feel

An unseen Presence near and real,

When to my hilltop evening shadows steal?