[
  {
    "title": "To Nature",
    "author": "Samuel Coleridge",
    "lines": [
      "It may indeed be fantasy when I",
      "Essay to draw from all created things",
      "Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;",
      "And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie",
      "Lessons of love and earnest piety.",
      "So let it be; and if the wide world rings",
      "In mock of this belief, it brings",
      "Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.",
      "So will I build my altar in the fields,",
      "And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,",
      "And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields",
      "Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,",
      "Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise",
      "Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]