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less ; what would resist such destroyers, or how could 

 the world support their ravages ? 



Go, child of nature to thy mother's breast, 



And learn the lesson she can teach so well; 



No longer in the lap of folly rest, 



But hear the truths that Nature loves to tell. 



Go to the forest when the tempest lowers ; 



List to the roaring of the mighty wind : 



Ask by what force the raging torrent pours, 



Or why the wilderness it leaves behind. 



Go to the bubbling fountain and the rill, 



Or mark the gentle fall of silent dew : 



Ask whence the stream its wasted course shall fill, 



Or who the lapse of waters will renew. 



Go to the bee, and watch its daily toil, 



And ask what sweetens labour and repose, 



Who bears it onward laden with rich spoil, 



And guides it home to rest at evening's close. 



Go to the bird, that seeks her leafy nest, 



To guard her young ones with her sheltering wing : 



Ask who it is that plumes her downy breast, 



And tunes her voice to music while she sings. 



Go to the streamlet, murmuring through the vale ; 



Gaze on the wreathing flowers that o'er it twine ; 



Will they not tell their own untutored tale, 



And say, ' The hand that made us is Divine ?' " 



