THE HIGHEST AIM OP NATURE STUDY. 183 



A lover's claim is mine on all 

 I see, to have and hold, 

 The rose light of perpetual hills, 

 And sunsets never cold. 



Aloft on sky and mountain wall 

 Are God's great pictures hung. 

 Beauty seen is never lost, 

 God's colors all are fast. 

 The glory of this sunset heaven 

 Into my soul has passed. 



WHITTIEB. 



