To Nature

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1. It may indeed be phantasy: when I
2. Essay to draw from all created things
3. Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
4. And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
5. Lessons of love and earnest piety.
6. So let it be; and if the wide world rings
7. In mock of this belief, it brings
8. Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain, perplexity.
9. So will I build my altar in the fields,
10. And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
11. And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
12. Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
13. Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
14. Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.