He was the high priest of nature; and every mute thing, every dumb beast,every lifeless plant, the majestic heavens, the verdant earth, the rolling sea, mountains, cataracts and plains – every province of being in which he saw the traces of the Divine hand – were to find their tongue in him and through him to pour into the ears of the Most High their ceaseless song of praise. – James Henley Thornwell, Collected Writings, 1.247
Man the Priest of Nature – J. H. Thornwell
