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NATURE NOTES. 
All things tell His praise, 
Words and waters thereof sing, 
Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring, 
And the nights and days. 
Yea, the cold and heat, 
And the sun and stars and moon, 
Sea with her monotonous tune, 
Rain and hail and sleet, 
And the winds of heaven, 
And the solemn hills of blue, 
And the brown earth and the dew. 
And the thunder even, 
And the flowers’ sweet breath, 
All things make one glorious voice ; 
Life, with fleeting pains and joys, 
And our brother, Death.'' 
Little flowers of air, 
With your feathers soft and sleek, 
And your bright brown eyes and meek. 
He hath made you fair. 
He hath taught to you 
Skill to weave in tree and thatch 
Nests where happy mothers hatch 
Speckled eggs of blue. 
And hath children given ; 
When the soft heads overtwine 
The brown nests, then thank yet Him 
In the clouds of heaven. 
Also in your lives 
Live His laws who loveth you. 
Husbands, be ye kind and true ; 
Be home-keeping, wives — 
Love not gossiping ; 
Stay at home and keep the nest : 
Fly not here and there in quest 
Of the newest thing. 
Live as brethren live, 
Love be in each heart and mouth, 
Be not envious, be not wrath, 
Be not slow to give. 
When ye build the nest 
Quarrel not o’er straw or wool, 
He who hath, be bountiful 
To the neediest. 
Be not puffed or vain 
Of your beauty or your w T orth, 
Of your children or your birth, 
Or the praise you gain. 
Eat not greedily ; 
Sometimes, for sweet mercy’s sake, 
Worm or insect spare to take — 
Let it crawl or fly. 
* St. Francis 
, however, called Death his sister — “ Sjto?' nostra morte corporate.’ 
