And what is this “ lore sublime” \ 
this eloquent yet voiceless teach-; 
ing, which never ceases to appeal 
to the heart and the conscience of 
man ? so that turn whatsoever leaf 
he may of the great volume of 
nature, he is compelled to bear 
witness to the truth conveyed in 
this adjuration: — 
“ ! Neatli cloistered boughs and floral bell 
that swingeth. 
And tolls its perfume on the passing air. 
Makes sabbath in the fields and ever 
ringeth 
A call to prayer. 
Your voiceless lips, O flowers! are living 
preachers, 
Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, 
Supplying to the fancy numerous teachers 
From loneliest nook.” 
