The Perfect World By Adam Trod, Was The First Temple - Built By God - His Fiat Laid The Corner Stone, And Heav'D Its Pillars, One By One. He Hung Its Starry Roof On High - The Broad Illimitable Sky; He Spread Its Pavement, Green And Bright, And Curtain'D It With Morning Light. The Mountains In Their Places Stood - The Sea - The Sky - And "All Was Good;" And, When Its First Pure Praises Rang, The "Morning Stars Together Sang." Lord! 'Tis Not Ours To Make The Sea And Earth And Sky A House For Thee; But In Thy Sight Our Off'Ring Stands - A Humbler Temple, "Made With Hands."