OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove <br />Through the green paths of vale and grove, <br />Or, leaving all their charms below, <br />Climb the wild mountain's airy brow; <br /> <br />And gaze afar o'er cultured plains, <br />And cities with their stately fanes, <br />And forests, that beneath thee lie, <br />And ocean mingling with the sky. <br /> <br />For man can show thee nought so fair, <br />As Nature's varied marvels there; <br />And if thy pure and artless breast <br />Can feel their grandeur, thou art blest! <br /> <br />For thee the stream in beauty flows, <br />For thee the gale of summer blows, <br />And, in deep glen and wood-walk free, <br />Voices of joy still breathe for thee. <br /> <br />But happier far, if then thy soul <br />Can soar to Him who made the whole, <br />If to thine eye the simplest flower <br />Portray His bounty and His power. <br /> <br />If, in whate'er is bright or grand, <br />Thy mind can trace His viewless hand, <br />If Nature's music bid thee raise <br />Thy song of gratitude and praise; <br /> <br />If heaven and earth, with beauty fraught, <br />Lead to His throne thy raptured thought, <br />If there thou lov'st His love to read, <br />Then, wanderer, thou art blest indeed.<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/introductory-verses-2/
