The earth was young, the world was fair, And balmy breezes filled the air, Nature reposed in solitude, When God pronounced it “very good.”
The snow-capped mountain reared its head, The deep, dark forests widely spread, O’er pebbly shores the stream did play On glad creation’s natal day.
But silence reigned, nor beast nor bird Had from its mate a whisper heard, E’en man, God’s image from above, Could not, to Eve, tell of his love.
Where the four rivers met there strayed The man and wife, no whit afraid, For the arch-fiend expelled from heaven Had not yet found his way to Eden.
But lo! a light from ’mid the tree, But hark! a rustling ’mongst the leaves, Then a fair Angel from above, Descending, sang his song of love.