1 Hark! thro' Nature's vast cathedral,
Blended echoes ever rise,
Swelling is a mighty anthem
To its overarching skies.

2 Every raindrop on the housetop,
Every beetle's noisy drone,
Every footfall on the pavement,
Wakes an echoe of its own.

3 Sobs of woe and songs of gladness,
Each responsive echoes find;
Words of love and words of anger,
Leave their echoes far behind.

4 Every great and noble action
Is reechoed o'er and o'er;
Life itself is but an echo--
Of the lives that were before.