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OD of the mountain,

God of the storm,
God of the flowers,

God of the worm,
God of the darkness,

God of the sun,
God of the beautiful,

God of each one,
Breathe on our spirits thy love and thy healing;
Teach us content with thy fatherly dealing;

Teach us to love thee,
To love one another, brother his brother;

And make us all free, -
Free from the bondage of old superstition,
Free from contempt of our comrade and neigh-

bor. Help us each one to fulfil his true mission; And teach us 'tis noble, 'tis godlike, to labor.


K Thou hast cheered me;

ING of comfort, King of life,

And, when fears and doubts were rife,

Thou hast cleared me.
Not a nook in all my breast,

But thou fill'st it ;
Not a thought that breaks my rest,

But thou kill'st it.
Day and night -- not once a day-

I will bless thee;
And, my heart, in new array

I will dress thee.
Not one minute in the year

But I'll mind thee:
As my seal and bracelet here

I will bind thee.
In thy word, as if in heaven,

I will rest me;
And thy promise, till made even,

There shall feast
And if, dear Lord, when to thy board

Thy child comes begging,
He hath a flower, or to his power

Some lesser offering, -
When thou hast made thy beggar glad,

And filled his bosom,
Let him, though poor, drop at thy door

His tiny blossom.


Henry Vaughan. 17. THE GOOD SHEPHERD.


EGION of life and light!
Land of the good whose earthly toils are

No frost nor heat may blight

Thy vernal beauty, fertile shore,
Yielding thy blessed fruits forevermore !

There without crook or sling
Walks the Good Shepherd. Blossoms white and

Round his meek temples cling;

And, to sweet pastures led,
His own loved flock beneath his


is fed. He guides, and near him they Follow delighted; for he makes them go

Where dwells eternal May,

And heavenly roses blow
Deathless, and gathered but again to grow.

He leads them to the height
Named of the infinite and long-sought good,

And fountains of delight;

And where his feet have stood
Springs up along the way their tender food;

And when in the mid skies
The climbing sun has reached his highest bound,

Reposing as he lies

With all his flock around,
He witches the still air with numerous sound.

From his sweet lute flow forth Immortal harmonies, of power to still

All passions born of earth,

And draw the ardent will
Its destiny of goodness to fulfil.

Might but a little part,
A wandering breath, of that high melody

Descend into my heart,

And change it till it be Transformed and swallowed up, O Love! in thee,

Ah! then my soul should know, Beloved, where thou liest at noon of day,

And, from this place of woe

Released, should take its way
To mingle with thy flock, and never stray.

W. C. Bryant ( from the Spanish).



THESE as they change, Almighty Father, these

Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balı; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent; then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year.

And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In Winter, awful thou, with clouds and storms
Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled,
Majestic darkness ! On the whirlwind's wing
Riding sublime, thou bid'st the world adore,
And humblest Nature with thy northern blast.
Mysterious round! What skill, what force divine,
Deep felt, in these appear! A simple train,
Yet so delightful mixed, with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combined,
That, as they still succeeil, they ravish still.
But wandering oft, with rude, unconscious gaze,
Man marks not thee, — marks not the mighty

That ever busy wheels the silent spheres;
Works in the secret deep; shoots steaming thence
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ;
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth;
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life.

Nature, attend; join every living soul Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join, and ardent raise One general song. To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness

breathes :

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