A Forest Hymn

More poems by William Cullen Bryant

• Thanatopsis

  To him who in the love of Nature holds
  Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
  A various language; for his gayer hours …

• To a Waterfowl

  whither, midst falling dew,
  While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
  Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue …

• A Forest Hymn

  The groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned
  To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
  And spread the roof above them—ere he framed …

• To the Fringed Gentian

  Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
  And colored with the heaven’s own blue,
  That openest when the quiet light …

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