Worship (Harvey Worthington Loomis)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-02-12). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 380 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1906 Silver, Burdett and Co.
Original text and translations
The harp at Nature’s advent strung
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.
The green earth sends its incense up
From many a mountain shrine;
From folded leaf and dewy cup
She pours her sacred wine.
The mists above the morning rills
Rise white as wings of prayer;
The altar-curtains of the hills
Are sunset’s purple air.
The blue sky is the temple’s arch,
Its transept earth and air,
The music of its starry march
The chorus of a prayer.