AFTER RAIN. 317 



Was ev'ry falt'ring tongue of man, 

 Almighty Father! silent in thy praise, 

 Thv works themselves would raise a gen'ral voice, 

 E'en in the depth of solitary woods, 

 By human foot untrod, proclaim thy power, 

 And to the choir celestial Thee resound, 

 TV eternal cause, support and end of all ! 



THOMSON. 



