CITY AND COUNTY
I love the country's restful quiet
Each sunny hill and shady glen,
I love the city's rush and riot
The busy haunts of men.
Each sunny hill and shady glen,
I love the city's rush and riot
The busy haunts of men.
There is a charm in Nature's hush
Serene and thoughtful, cool and sweet,
A fascination in the rush
Along the crowded street.
Serene and thoughtful, cool and sweet,
A fascination in the rush
Along the crowded street.
There are a thousand depths of thought
In Nature's silent reservoirs,
And countless useful lessons taught
Amid the city's noise.
In Nature's silent reservoirs,
And countless useful lessons taught
Amid the city's noise.
My thoughts rise up in praise to God
When I behold His vast estate,
The progress of mankind applaud
And count his triumphs great.
When I behold His vast estate,
The progress of mankind applaud
And count his triumphs great.
Thus each sweet wild-flower at my feet
Hath its own subtle ministry
And every stranger face I meet
Its mute philosophy.
Hath its own subtle ministry
And every stranger face I meet
Its mute philosophy.
And so where'er my feet have trod
Pleasure and profit I can find;
I love the mighty works of God
And the great triumphs of mankind.
Pleasure and profit I can find;
I love the mighty works of God
And the great triumphs of mankind.