I Love, and have some cause to love, the earth,—
  She is my Maker’s creature, therefore good;
She is my mother, for she gave me birth;
  She is my tender nurse, she gives me food:
  But what ’s a creature, Lord, compared with thee?
  Or what ’s my mother...

E’en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
    That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and searched a thousand nooks,
    Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
    Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-...