It Is Good

IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd, Jehovah found, in slumber deep, Adam fast sunk; He gently laid Eve near him,--she, too, fell asleep. There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine, God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.-- When this He saw, He cried:--'Tis Good!!! And scarce could move from where He stood. No wonder, that our joy's complete While eye and eye responsive meet, When this blest thought of rapture moves us-- That we're with Him who truly loves us, And if He cries:--Good, let it be! 'Tis so for both, it seems to me. Thou'rt clasp'd within these arms of mine, Dearest of all God's thoughts divine!