NATURE IN THE NATURE POETS. 
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Or angel, if he were to dwell on earth, 
Might love in incjividual happiness. 
But now there opened on me other thoughts 
Of change, congratulation or regret, 
A pensive feeling ! It spread far and wide ; 
The trees, the mountains shared it, and the brooks, 
The stars of heaven, now seen in their own haunts, 
White Sirius, glittering o'er the southern crags, 
Orion with his belt, and those fair Seven, 
Acquaintances of every little child. 
And Jupiter, my own beloved star." 
And add the loving touch, redolent both of heaven and home, 
when we read of the maid who 
"Dwelt beside the untrodden ways. 
Beside the springs of Dove, 
A maid whom there were none to praise. 
And very few to love ; 
" A violet by a mossy stone. 
Half-hidden from the e^^e. 
Fair as a star, when only one 
Is shining in the sky." 
We turn once more to Cowper, the laureate of winter, 
when the stars are bright. In the "Winter Morning 
Walk," he unites the thought of the glories of creation 
with high spiritual truths, showing how these two act and 
react upon each other. Speaking of the truly Christian soul, 
he says : 
"Much conversant with heaven, she often holds 
With those fair ministers of light to man, 
That fill the skies nightly with silent pomp, 
Sweet conference, ... 
Tell me, ye shining hosts, 
That navigate a sea that knows no storms. 
Beneath a vault unsullied with a cloud. 
If from 3^our elevation, whence ye view 
Distinctly scenes invisible to man. 
And systems, of whose birth no tidings yet 
Have reached this nether world, ye spy a raoe 
