  The perfect world by Adam trod, Was the first temple—built by God— His fiat laid the corner stone, And heav'd its pillars, one by one. He hung its starry roof on high— The broad illimitable sky; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtain'd it with morning light. The mountains in their places stood— The sea—the sky—and "all was good;" And, when its first pure praises rang, The "morning stars together sang." Lord! 'tis not ours to make the sea And earth and sky a house for thee; But in thy sight our off'ring stands— A humbler temple, "made with hands." |
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