What is my praise before Thee?
I have not heard the cherubim singing,
that is the lot of souls sublime,
but I know how nature praises thee.
In winter I have thought about the whole earth praying quietly to Thee in the
silence of the moon,
wrapped around in a mantle of white,
sparkling with diamonds of snow.
I have seen how the rising sun rejoiced in Thee,
and choirs of birds sang forth glory.
I have heard how secretly the forest noises Thee abroad,
how the winds sing,
the waters gurgle,
how the choirs of stars preach of Thee
in serried motion through unending space.