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Lord! all Thy works are lessons; each contains 



Some emblem of man's all containing soul; 

 Shall he make fruitless all Thy glorious pains, 



Delving within thy grace and eyeless mole ? 

 Make me the least of Thy Dodona-grove, 



Cause me some message of Thy truth to bring, 

 Speak but a word through me, nor let Thy love 



Among my boughs disdain to perch and sing. 



JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL, 



NATURE'S TEMPLE. 



TALK not of temples there is one, built without hands, to mankind given 

 Its lamps are the meridian sun, and all the stars of heaven. 

 Its walls are the cerulean sky, its floor the earth, serene and fair ; 

 The dome is vast immensity all Nature worships there ! 



The Alps arrayed in stainless snow, the Andean ranges yet untrod, 

 At sunrise and at sunset glow, like altar-fires to God ! 

 A thousand fierce volcanoes blaze, as if with hallowed victims rare ; 

 And thunder lifts its voice in praise all Nature worships there ! 



The cedar and the mountain pine, the willow on the fountain's brim, 



The tulip and the eglantine, in reverence bend to Him ; 



The song-birds pour their sweetest lays, from tower, and tree and middle air; 



The rushing river murmurs praise all Nature worships there ! 



DAVID VEDDER. 



SPRING. 



COME, gentle spring-! ethereal mildness, come, 

 And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, 

 While music wakes around, veiled in a shower 

 Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. 

 And see where surly winter passes off, 

 Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts; 

 His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill, 

 The shattered forest, and the ravaged vale; 

 While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch, 

 Dissolving snows in living torrents lost. 

 The mountains lift their green heads to the sky. 



From THOMSON'S ''Seasons. 



And there is Pansies that's for thoughts. HAMLET. 



