Daily quote by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven
  Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun
  Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower
  Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?
  'God!' let the torrents, like a shout of nations,
  Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, 'God!'
  'God!' sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice!
  Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
  And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow,
  And in their perilous fall shall thunder, 'God!'
  • St. 6