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Wilt thou alone be dumb ? alone desire 
Renew’d the gifts so oft in vain renew’d ? 
Then sicken, fret, and pine. 
As on thy head they shine, 
And wither ’mid the bliss of boundless 
plenitude 1 
Oh, come ! and, as thy due, our concert lead. 
Glory to him, the Lord of life and light. 
Who nurs’d ourtender leaf, our colours spread. 
And gave thy body mind, the first-born’s 
right, 
By which thy flight may cleave 
The starry pole, and leave 
Thy younger mates below in death’s unbroken 
night. 
GARDEN THOUGHTS. 
MONTGOMERY. 
Written on occasion of a Ladies’ Bazaar, in aid of 
the Church Missionary Society, being held in the 
garden-grounds of a benevolent family resident on 
the banks of the Yorkshire Ouse. 
In a garden—Man was placed. 
Meet abode for innocence; 
With his Maker’s image graced : 
Sin crept in, and drove him thence, 
Through the world, a wretch undone. 
Seeking rest and finding none. 
