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son. It is only the fool, who hath said in his 

 heart, " there is no God," who can mistake this 

 guiding and guardian instinct for mere chance. 



To paint a summer day were a work of super- 

 erogation its glories are embalmed in every 

 heart capable of feeling, and who possesses one, 

 which has not expanded as the eye surveyed fields 

 laden with grain yellowing to the harvest trees 

 bending with fruits, whose perfume filled the 

 glowing air flower-beds like the rainbow in their 

 hues the bright blue sky and its golden clouds 

 shewing in bold relief the wooded hills and, 

 over all, the mighty sun, like the visible eye of 

 God, shedding life, and lustre, and happiness over 

 the broad bosom of creation ! And when after- 

 noon hath melted into evening, and from behind 

 the western hill the purpling glories of the day- 

 light fade, hue after hue, typifying in a grand and 

 mighty scale the changes witnessed in the dying 

 dolphin's back, what meditative heart does not 

 throb in accordance with the lines of the poet ? 



The evening star illumines the blue south, 

 Twinkling in loveliness. U ! holy star, 

 Thou bright dispenser of the twilight dews, 

 Thou herald of night's glowing galaxy, 

 And harbinger of social bliss ! how oft, 

 Amid the twilights of departed years, 

 Resting beside the river's mirror clear, 

 On trunk of mossy oak, with eyes upturned 

 To thee in admiration have I sate 

 Dreaming sweet dreams, till earth-born turbulence 

 Was all forgot ; and thinking that in thee, 

 Far from the rudeness of this jarring world, 

 There must be realms of quiet happiness. 



DELTA. 



