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Thy mystic characters I see, 

 Wrought in each flower, inscribed on every tree ; 

 In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze 

 I hear the voice of God among the trees. 

 With thee in shady solitudes I walk, 

 With thee in busy crowded cities talk ; 

 In every creature own thy forming power, 

 In each event thy providence adore." 



MRS. BARBAULD. 



IN surveying the wide, extended range of created 

 objects, it is impossible not to be struck with 

 the peculiar care which an all- wise Creator has 

 bestowed upon all his creatures. There is no 

 reptile however loathsome, no bird however feeble, 

 no insect however insignificant, for whose well 

 being provision has not been made in some way 

 or other. Foxes shelter themselves in holes, and 

 have peculiar instincts implanted in them, the 

 birds of the air have nests, and insects are taught 

 to make or spin their habitations. Plants ar 

 watered with the dews and rains of heaven, and 

 the little modest floweret of the desert is not neg- 

 lected by its maker. The glorious sun shines 

 upon all alike, and the beauteous moon is seen in 

 the magnificent vault of Heaven, not only " an 

 ornament in the high places of the Lord/' but 



