David Vedder (Дэвид Веддер)

The Temple of Nature

Talk not of temples--there is one
  Built without hands, to mankind given;
Its lamps are the meridian sun,
  And all the stars of heaven;
Its walls are the cerulean sky,
  Its floor the earth so green and fair;
The dome is vast immensity--
  All nature worships there!

The Alps array'd in stainless snow,
  The Andean ranges yet untrod,
At sunrise and at sunset glow
  Like altar-fires to God.
A thousand fierce volcanoes blaze,
  As if with hallow'd victims rare;
And thunder lifts its voice in praise--
  All nature worships there!

The ocean heaves resistlessly,
  And pours his glittering treasure forth;
His waves--the priesthood of the sea--
  Kneel on the shell-gemm'd earth,
And there emit a hollow sound,
  As if they murmur'd praise and prayer;
On every side 'tis holy ground--
  All nature worships there!

The grateful earth her odours yield
  In homage, Mighty One! to thee;
From herbs and flowers in every field,
  From fruit on every tree,
The balmy dew at morn and even
  Seems like the penitential tear,
Shed only in the sight of heaven--
  All nature worships there!

The cedar and the mountain pine,
  The willow on the fountain's brim,
The tulip and the eglantine,
  In reverence bend to Him;
The song-birds pour their sweetest lays,
  From tower, and tree, and middle air;
The rushing river murmurs praise--
  All nature worships there!

Then talk not of a fane, save one
  Built without hands, to mankind given;
Its lamps are the meridian sun,
  And all the stars of heaven.
Its walls are the cerulean sky,
  Its floor the earth so green and fair,
The dome is vast immensity--
  All nature worships there!

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