The Lord looked down on the nether Earth
He had made so fair and green,
Fertile valleys and snow-capped hills
And the oceans that lie between.
The Lord looked down on Man and Maid,
Through the birth of the crystal air:
And the Lord leaned back in His well-earned rest--
And He knew that the sight was fair.
The eons crept and the eons swept
And His children multiplied,
And ever they lived in simple faith,
And in simple faith they died.
They blessed the earth that gave them birth--
They wept to the midnight star--
And they stood in awe where the tides off-shore
Rose leaping across the bar.
They blessed the earth that gave them birth--
But passed all time and tide,
They blessed their Lord-Creator--
Nor knew Him mystified.
They came and went--the little men--
The men of a primal breed--
And the Lord He gathered them as they lived,
Each in his simple creed.
And the Lord He gathered them as they came--
Ere the Earth had time to cool
And the horde of Cain had clouted the brain
’Neath the lash of a monstrous school.