Classic Poem

I walk amidst thy beauty forth,
My joy thy praise declares;
I bless thee with thy blooming earth,
I drink thy vernal airs.

Those old eternal hills of thine,
What mighty cheer they breathe!
What fullness of delight divine
Thy solemn stars bequeath!

Each wonder of thy hand still makes
My gladness fresh and strong;
The glory of my God still wakes
The glory of my song.

When cheer and strength my heart doth lack,
Thy gladness makes me whole;
Amidst thy Summer I win back
The Summer of my soul.