Five were ye, the beauteous blossoms Three for us yet gladden earth. Yet while thinking, O our lost ones! Of how dear ye were to us, Why should dreams of doubt and darkness, Where then, are ye? With the Saviour -- Blest, forever blest are ye, 'Mid the sinless little children, Who have heard his " Come to me! " 'Yond the shades of death's dark valley, We are wicked, we are weary; For us pray and for us plead ; ANON. Nature. I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity; Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. WORDSWORTH. Nature's Beauties. There's beauty in her when she springs The cheerful beams of morning light. And gorgeous tints the east adorn. When evening mantles earth and air, Were heard the merry laugh and call; And many a phantom round us glides, And, too, when Spring chill Winter's cloak And wintry blasts with swiftness flee ;Then softly comes on every gale, A voice of joyousness and love; And zephyrs wafted from the vale Seem spirits from the land above. Imbedded in their pebbly track, Like distant tones of fairy song. Autumn can beauties boast, though fast Through leafless boughs and naked trees, A tale of sadness with it brings. In all her aspects, sad or gay, Are seen the beautiful and grand; And on the spirits ever play Her messengers, with thrilling hand. W. A. SLEEPER. The Worship of Nature. The ocean looketh up to heaven, They kneel upon the sloping sand, They pour the glittering treasures out The green earth sends its incense up From every mountain shrine, From every flower and dewy cup That greeteth the sunshine. The mists are lifted from the rills |