City and Country

I love the country's restful quietEach sunny hill and shady glen,I love the city's rush and riotThe busy haunts of men.

There is a charm in Nature's hushSerene and thoughtful, cool and sweet,A fascination in the rushAlong the crowded street.

There are a thousand depths of thoughtIn Nature's silent reservoirs,And countless useful lessons taughtAmid the city's noise.

My thoughts rise up in praise to GodWhen I behold His vast estate,The progress of mankind applaudAnd count his triumphs great.

Thus each sweet wild-flower at my feetHath its own subtle ministryAnd every stranger face I meetIts mute philosophy.

And so where'er my feet have trodPleasure and profit I can find;I love the mighty works of GodAnd the great triumphs of mankind.