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A HYMN IN SPRING. 



Lo ! where the livini^ breath of God 



Clothes the dull earth with opening flowers; 

 And o'er each cold forsaken ciod 

 Sends down reviving showers ! 



Lovely the time of Spring ; — when He 

 Bids verdure crown each blighted tree. 



His beauty o*er the vale, and hills 



Comes down like a bright gift from heaven ; 

 A sound of joy the forest fills, — 

 To him that voice is given : 



The gentle winds, the bird's sweet song, 

 They all unto their God belong. 



The murmuring waters as they flow, 



Pour forth the tribute to His praise ; 

 All things His glorious presence show, 

 And one great Anthem raise. 



Season of joy! when each dark thing 

 Sends out the loveliness of Spring. 



Joyful my heart with these shall yield 



Praise to the Holy One above ; 

 And 'mid the vale, the wood, the field, 

 Speak His Almighty love ; 



Who from the frosty wilds calls forth 

 Beauty and fragrance o'er the earth. 



Oh never let me heedless gaze 



On the least thing ordained by Thee ! 

 But a new song of gladness raise 

 From all I hear or see ; 



And, while Thy wonders round me shine, 

 Adore their Maker's hand divine. 



IN A BEAUTIFUL SUMMER DAY.. 



How lovely look the flowery fields, 

 How fresh the waving groves \ 



Sumraer^s bright noon the prospect gilds 

 Where'er my footstep roves. 



