M2 CONCLUSION. 



we go np to heaven, God is there ;" " the firmament showeth 

 forth his handywork ;" if we contemplate the earth on which 

 we are placed, with its varied tribes of beings, and the provision 

 made for their comfort and subsistence, we realize that it is in- 

 deed God " who maketh the grass to grow on the mountains, 

 and herbs for the use of man." 



389. The universe, bow vast ! — exceeding far 

 The bounds of human thouglit ; millions of suns 

 With their attendant worlds moving around 

 Some common center, gravitation strange, 

 Beyond the power of finite minds to scan ! 

 Can He, who in the highest heaven sublime. 

 Enthroned in glory, guides these mighty orbs — 

 Can He behold this little spot of earth, 

 Lost midst the grandeur of the heavenly host : 

 Can God bestow one thought on fallen man ? 



Turn, child of ignorance and narrow views. 

 Thy Avildered sight from off these dazzling scenes ; 

 Turn to thy earth, and trace the wondere there. 

 Who pencils, with variegated hues, 

 The lowly flower that decks the rippling stream, 

 Or gorgeously attires the lily race ? 

 Who with attentive care, each year provides 

 A germ to renovate the dying plant, 

 And gives soft showers and vivifying warmth, 

 Kindling within the euibryo inert 

 The little spark of life, unseen by all 

 Save him who gave it, and whose care preserved ? 

 Who teaches, when this principle of life 

 Thus animated, swells the germ within, 

 And bursts its tomb, rising to light and air — 

 Who teaches root and stem to find their place, 

 Each one to seek its proper element ? 



Who gilds the insect's wings, and leads it forth 

 To feast on sweets and bask in sunny ray ? 

 None can the life of plant or insect give, 

 Save Gon, alone : — He rules and watches all ; 

 Scorns not the least of all his works ; much less 

 Man, made in his image, destined to exist 

 When e'en yon brilliant worlds shall cease to be. 

 Then how should man rejoicing in his Gon, 

 Delight in his perfections shadowed forth 

 In every little flower and blade of grass ! 

 Each opening bud, and care-perfected seed, 

 Is as a page, where we may read of God, 



388. The Deity manifested in his works. — 389. The author's poetical view of the grandeur and 

 minuteness of the works of God. 



