The dew of heaven is like His grace, But where it lights, the favored place, Thou, who hast given me eyes to see Give me a heart to find out Thee, KEBLE. FLOWERS. God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree, and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. He might have made enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine, and toil, And yet have made no flowers. The clouds might give abundant rain, Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, Springing in valleys green and low, Our outward life requires them not, To beautify the earth; To comfort man, to whisper hope Whene'er his faith is dim; For He who careth for the flowers, Will much more care for him! MARY HOWITT. 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 The mists are lifted from the rills The forest tops are lowly cast The clouds weep o'er the fallen world E'en as repentant love; Ere to the blessed breeze unfurl'd They fade in light above. The sky is as a temple's arch, Is glorious with the spirit-march The gentle moon the kindling sun The many stars are given, As shrines to burn earth's incense on WHITTIER. THE LITTLE CHILD AND THE ROBINS. To an elm-tree close by our window The green leaves, soft waving above them, When the sun comes up from the shadows, They wake up, these two little robins, And hail the bright light with a song. And soon their sweet carols of gladness Is flooding the room with its beams. And I offer my prayer of thanksgiving To the great God who dwells up on high, Who takes care of the birds and the children, That not one forgotten may die. And every night, before sleeping, To take care of the birdies and me. And I know, if I'm good and obey him, Till at length in His beautiful heaven, S. S. SPEAKER. THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER. We were crowded in the cabin; |