Poems : Medley and Palestina / by J.W. DeForest [electronic text]

Adoration.

Ye broods of deserts, isles and wildernesses, Ye monsters of the den, Ye gentle flocks and herds whose tribute blesses The toil of men;

Ye finny habitants of rills and fountains, Ye songsters of the breeze, Ye vales, ye oaken hills, ye cedarn mountains, Ye fruitage trees;

I bid ye praise the Maker who upbuilded Creation's wondrous frame,Who jewelled night with galaxies, and gildedThe sun with flame.

Ye also, sons of Adam, all ye nations Of regions far and nigh, Exalt your antiphon of adorations To God most high.

Let all adore, the monarch robed in splendor; The sage with hoary hair, The mighty man of war, the stripling tender, The maiden fair;

Ungovernable tempests, fierce commotions, Of fire and sleet and foam; Abysses, awful deeps, mysterious oceans Where dragons roam;

O azure-tinted firmament of waters, Of thunder, wind and fire; O sun and moon, O starry sons and daughters Of God's desire;

O seraphim and angels, bowing lowly Around the blinding throne; I bid you praise the Maker, great and holy, And Him alone.