Show Sonnet Gods God's earth is hung with pearls t day to-day day He Heaven ven bends Close close above with caress And smiles her gray soft smile The fleecy dress dressIn In which the fields are clad in beauty blend And Heavens Heaven's gray where the horizon ends And the sky in airy daintiness The feathery birches pearl strung thronging press The day like Gods God's own peace all words transcends The noise and fret of life are wrapped so deep Within the silence of the fallen snow That Gods God's breath oer o'er the whole world seems to blow 4 0 O lair fair day in the beauty thou dost steep My senses and my mind I only know Thy doth almost make me weep The The Wellesley Ve lies ley Magazine Magazin t |