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And laughing Spring, with genial showers, 
Awakes to life the blushing flowers: 
Hark! how the feather'd chorists sing, 
And, conscious, plume the trembling wing; 
The nightingale, the thorns among, 
Sweetly warbling, trills her song. 
And now the turtle tells his tale, 
Soft cooing in the humid vale; 
Through ev'ry glade, through ev’ry grove, 
He pours the dulcet voice of love.” 
— £C The man 
Whom nature’s works can charm, with God himself 
Holds converse."— 
— ss Some within a finer mould 
Are wrought, and temper’d with a finer flame. 
To these the Sire Omnipotent unfolds 
The world’s harmonious volume, there to read 
The transcript of himself. On every part 
They trace the bright impressions of his hand; 
In earth, in air, the meadow’s purple stores,” &c. 
A thousand pleasing, cheerful objects surround us on all sides. Every 
thing in nature seems combined to fill our minds with the sweetest and purest 
delights, and to lead our hearts towards God. Every object that excites our 
admiration inclines us to look to Him as the source and giver of all that 
we enjoy. Each flower is a proof of his power, a mark of his existence, and 
a hymn to his praise. It would have been a great instance of God’s good¬ 
ness to have pleased the eyes alone with the wonderful variety in the vege- 
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table kingdom, but he has graciously added to the other charms of flowers 
that of sweet perfumes; and there is as much variety in their smell as in the 
flowers themselves. 
The young mind is always delighted with rural scenery. The earliest 
poetry was pastoral, and every juvenile poet of the present day delights to 
indulge in the luxuriance of a rural description. A taste for these pleasures 
will render the morning-walk at least as delightful as the evening ridotto. 
The various forms which nature assumes in the vicissitudes of the seasons 
will constitute a source of complacency which can never be exhausted. How 
grateful to the senses the freshness of the herbage, the fragrancy of the 
floweis, all those simple delights of the field, which the poets have, from 
the earliest ages, no less justly than exuberantly described ! 
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