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breezes, and genial sunshine, tempt Nature to put 
on her robe of green, and every living creature 
rejoices in the return of plenty. Then, there is 
not a sluggard to be found; all are awake, and 
the busy throng of insects swarm round us, and, 
countless as are their numbers, find their wants 
abundantly supplied. “ He openeth His‘liberal 
hand, and satisfieth the desire of every living 
thing.” 
