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“ The red-breast hops along the way. 
And midst grey Moss explores his insect prey.” 
If one of the lowest tribes in the scale of vegetable 
création is thus ordained to such useful purposes, 
ought it not to shame us that we, who are invested 
with such infinitely higher powers, should allow them 
to lie dormant as we do, receiving time and abilities 
as our own property, instead of considering them as 
talents entrusted to us, and ourselves as God’s 
stewards , who must hereafter give in an account. 
