﻿"Oiimcs 
  res 
  creatse 
  .stmt 
  divinse 
  sapienfeise 
  et 
  potentiae 
  testes, 
  divitiae 
  felicitatia 
  

   bumanse: 
  — 
  ex 
  baruui 
  usu 
  bonUas 
  Creatoris; 
  ex 
  pulehritudine 
  sapientia 
  Domini 
  ; 
  

   ex 
  oeconomia 
  in 
  conservatione, 
  proportione, 
  renovatione, 
  potentia 
  majestatia 
  

   elucet. 
  Earum 
  itaque 
  indagatio 
  ab 
  hominibus 
  sibi 
  relictis 
  semper 
  sestimata; 
  

   k 
  rare 
  eruditis 
  ei 
  Bapientibus 
  Bempe* 
  exculfea; 
  male 
  doctis 
  et 
  barbaris 
  semper 
  

   inimica 
  fuit." 
  — 
  Linxeus. 
  

  

  "Quel 
  que 
  soit 
  le 
  principe 
  de 
  la 
  vie 
  animale, 
  il 
  ne 
  faut 
  qu'ouvrir 
  les 
  yeux 
  pour 
  

   voir 
  qu'elle 
  est 
  le 
  chef-d'oeuvre 
  de 
  la 
  Toute-puissance, 
  et 
  lebut 
  auquel 
  se 
  rappor- 
  

   tent 
  toutes 
  ses 
  operations." 
  — 
  Bruckner, 
  Thiorie 
  da 
  Systhme 
  Animal, 
  Leyden, 
  

   1707. 
  

  

  The 
  sylvan 
  powers 
  

  

  Obey 
  our 
  summons 
  ; 
  from 
  their 
  deepest 
  dells 
  

  

  The 
  Dryads 
  come, 
  and 
  throw 
  their 
  garlands 
  wild 
  

  

  And 
  odorous 
  branches 
  at 
  our 
  feet 
  ; 
  the 
  Nymphs 
  

  

  That 
  press 
  with 
  nimble 
  step 
  the 
  mountain-thyme 
  

  

  And 
  purple 
  heath-flower 
  come 
  not 
  empty-handed, 
  

  

  But 
  scatter 
  round 
  ten 
  thousand 
  forms 
  minute 
  

  

  Of 
  velvet 
  moss 
  or 
  lichen, 
  torn 
  from 
  rock 
  

  

  Or 
  rifted 
  oak 
  or 
  cavern 
  deep 
  : 
  the 
  Naiads 
  too 
  

  

  Quit 
  their 
  loved 
  native 
  stream, 
  from 
  whose 
  smooth 
  face 
  

  

  They 
  crop 
  the 
  lily, 
  and 
  each 
  sedge 
  and 
  rush 
  

  

  That 
  drinks 
  the 
  rippling 
  tide: 
  the 
  frozen 
  poles, 
  

  

  Where 
  peril 
  waits 
  the 
  bold 
  adventurer's 
  tread, 
  

  

  The 
  burning 
  sands 
  of 
  Borneo 
  and 
  Cayenne, 
  

  

  All, 
  all 
  to 
  us 
  unlock 
  their 
  secret 
  stores 
  

  

  And 
  pay 
  their 
  cheerful 
  tribute. 
  

  

  J. 
  Taylor, 
  Norwich, 
  1818. 
  

  

  