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 or my nurse to me?

I love the air,—her dainty sweets refresh
  My drooping soul,...