THERE IS A TONGUE IN EVERY LEAF.

There is a tongue in every leaf, A voice in every rill— A voice that speaketh everywhere, In flood, and fire, through earth and air! A tongue that's never still! 'Tis the Great Spirit, wide diffused Through everything we see, That with our spirits communeth Of things mysterious—life and death, Time and eternity! I see Him in the blazing sun, And in the thunder-cloud; I hear Him in the mighty roar That rusheth through the forest hoar When winds are raging loud. I feel Him in the silent dews, By grateful earth betray'd; I feel Him in the gentle showers, The soft south wind, the breath of flowers, The sunshine and the shade. I see Him, hear Him, everywhere, In all things—darkness, light, Silence and sound; but, most of all, When slumber's dusty curtains fall, I' the silent hour of night.