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PRAISE AND GRATITUDE ON JEHOVAH'S
King of the world! I worship thee;
Lord of the mind! the Sabbath 's thine :-
To-day shall be my corn, my wine.
Will mount as fire, and heavenward own
A satellite round Mercy's throne.
And hang a star on every leaf;
To kiss away the meadow's grief;
To let the cloud take anchor there;
The sky meets earth in balmy air.
How beauty beams, without, within:
To my own soul, outliving sin.
Have come to me from thee, All-wise !
And thought, my only sacrifice.
THERE IS A TONGUE IN EVERY LEAF.
There is a tongue in every leaf,
A voice in every rill !
A tongue that's never still!
Through everything we see,
And in the thunder cloud;
When winds are piping loud.
In all things-darkness, light,
At the dead hour of night.
I feel him in the silent dews,
By grateful Earth betray'd;
The sunshine, and the shade,
And yet--ungrateful that I am !
I've turned in sullen mood From all these things, whereof he said, When the great whole was finished, That they were
very good." My sadness on the loveliest things
Fell like unwholesome dew;
Mine own dark spirit threw.
Yet he was patient, slow to wrath,
Though every day provoked By selfish, pining discontent, Acceptance cold or negligent,
And promises revoked.
For my insensate heart-
"O Lord! how good thou art !”
The clouds drew up, the shadows filed,
The glorious sun broke out; And love, and hope, and gratitude Dispellid that miserable mood
Of darkness and of doubt.
THE GENIUS OF DEATH.
What is Death ? 'Tis to be free!
No more to love, or hope, or fearTo join the great equality : All alike are humble there!
The mighty grave
Wraps lord and slave;
Spirit with the drooping wing,
Beneath thee strow'd
Their multitude Sink, like waves upon the shore; Storms shall never rouse them more!
What's the grandeur of the earth
To the grandeur round thy throne !
Before thee stand
The wondrous bandBards, heroes, sages, side by side, Who darken'd nations when they died !
Earth has hosts; but thou canst show
Many a million for her one;
Through thy gates the mortal flow
Back from the tomb
No step has come;
“EVERY PLANT WHICH MY HEAVENLY
FATHER HATH NOT PLANTED, SHALL BE ROOTED UP."
Swift the tempest strips the wood,