*“ Gem, flower, and fish, the bird, the brute, 
Of every kind occult or known, 
Each exquisitely formed to suit 
Its humble lot, and that alone, 
Through ocean, earth and air fulfil, 
Unconsciously their Maker's will.” 
“Has Nature in her calm majestic march 
Faltered with age at last? does the bright sun 
Grow dim in heaven? or in the far blue arch, 
Sparkle the crowd of stars when day is done 
Less brightly ? when the dew-lipped Spring comes on, 
Breathes she with airs less soft, or scents the sky 
With flowers less fair than when her reign began ? 
Does prodigal Autumm to our age deny 
The plenty that once swelled beneath his sober eye ? 
“Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth 
In her fair page: see every season brings 
New change to her of everlasting youth ; 
Still the green soil with joyous living things 
Swarms; the wide air is full of joyous wings; 
And myriads still are happy in the sleep 
Of Ocean’s azure gulfs, and where he flings 
The restless surge. Eternal love doth keep 
Tn his complacent arms the earth, the air, the deep.” 
Bryant. 
