They miss many a tender joy who do not always hold their hearts in sympathy with nature. They lose many a whisper of love that drops from God's lips who have not ears open to catch the voices of nature. They fail to behold many a lovely vision of beauty who have not learned to use their eyes in admiring the exquisite things that God has scattered everywhere in such glorious profusion. Yet most of us walk amid these inspirations, these rare pictures, these sweet voices, and neither feel nor see nor hear. God never meant us to get so little comfort or joy from the lovely things with which he has filled our earth.
Psalms 147:7-9: Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry. (KJV)