178 JValks in New England 



Careering o er the broad brine, 

 Lift thy wild voice, 

 Fore-cry the rain, 

 Clamour, rejoice ! 



As comes thy refrain 

 To the blessing so dear, so divine ! 



Nature smiles on with her wonderful, imperturb 

 able, inscrutable sweetness. All is right with her. 

 What is it to her in the vast process of the ages 

 of earth, that there should be a season which dis 

 comfits the weakness of man ? She is beyond 

 human needs ; she has no touch of human frailty 

 or worry or reproach. How often during the 

 trying summer have we witnessed this serene con 

 tent of Nature ! A shower of an hour, a day 

 of brisk north wind dissipating the oppressive 

 smoke clouds, and lo ! the everlasting Mother, 

 crowned and sceptered and secure of homage, 

 looked upon the earth and declared that it was 

 good. The mere creatures of a day out of her 

 millions of days may repine and rebel, but what 

 do they know of her everlasting plans ? &quot; For 

 my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are 

 my ways your ways, saith the Lord. For as the 

 heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways 

 higher than your ways, and my thoughts than 

 your thoughts. For as the rain cometh down 

 and the snow from heaven, and returneth not 



