TOKENS OF THE DEITY. 



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" Lord, how manifold are Thy works ! in wisdom hast Thou made them 

 all : the earth is full of Thy riches." 



Psalm, civ. 24. 



God of nature, Gob of grace, 

 Everywhere Thy hand I trace, — 

 From the frailest insect form 

 To the hills, that brave the storm ; 



In the simplest, shyest flower 

 Scarce out-peeping from its bower. 

 As in gay and gorgeous bloom 

 Fresh from nature's richest loom ; 



In the bright life-giving Sun, 



In the soft and silver Moon, 



In the quiet rural scene. 



And the landscape clothed in sheen. 



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