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The Falling Leaf
The Frosted Trees
The Joys of Youth .
Heinrich Voss 158
The Sea Diver
The Thrush's Nest
J. Clare .
The Three Sons
The shadows of night are gone,
Is filled by the glorious sun.
The spirits of life and love:
The Sovereign who reigns above.
'Tis he who opens the eastern gates,
Who kindles the morning's ray;
And the darkness and the day,
And the music of the sky,
His temple is yonder arch sublime,
Its pillars, th’ eternal hills;
Which his wide creation fills;
Which the lap of Nature bears,
And the silence of the spheres.
He rides unseen on the hurrying storm;
He sits on the whirlwind's car;
And travels from star to star.
And a million heralds fly,
Through a vast eternity.
He smiles, and new worlds spring forth to birth.
And suns in new glory rise ;
And mantles the frighted skies.
He shines in the lightning's beam,
To any conception of him.
LOOK FOR THE FLOWERS.
Timid and brave,
Nearer the grave, And in our pilgrimage
Should we not see All that is beautiful,
Lovesome, and free? Should we with mourning heart
Sit all forlorn ?
Gather the thorn ?
Over the meads, Look but for pestilent
Poisonous weeds? Should we not joyously,
Hand locked in hand, A hopeful, a jubilant,
Brotherly band, Look for the Flowers ? In the far nooks of life,
In the deep shadeWhere, amidst evil things,
Good well might fadeGod sends the sunny beam,
God sends the shower,