By mountain stream, and where the brook
Glides through the vale below,
In garden, field, and forest wild,
The flowers in beauty grow.
They ope their leaves, they breathe their sweets
So freely on the air,
To bid us in our God confide,
On him repose our care.
So Jesus taught, when on the earth
The lily caught his eye;
He bade the people trust in Him
Who can all wants supply..
O make us, Father, in our school,
And in our homes, each day,
Like flowers to bloom in sweetness, truth,-
Like flowers to fade away.
The Sun. 7's M.
Rising from the ocean's bed,
Towering o'er the mountain's head,
See, the sun displays its power,
Glorious in its dawning hour!
How abroad its wings are thrown!
How afar its beams are flown!
Nature wakes to vocal joy,
Millions to the day's employ.
Radiant preacher of our God,
Telling of his love abroad!
Ever to our spirits be
Type of boundless love and free.
With milder glow, the moon displays
The glory of the sun,
When, mid the stars, she sits enthroned,
As now the day is done.
She walks in beauty through the halls
Of solemn, quiet night;
In city full, in desert lone,
With joy man hails her light.
O thus the dear Redeemer came,
To shed abroad the truth
Of Him, the great Invisible,
The light of age and youth.
O, in the solemn night of thought,
Mid starry lights divine,
O may the Saviour there appear,
The Father's glory shine!
Tell me, for I long to know,
Who has made you sparkle so?
"Yes," methinks I hear you say,
"Child of mortal race, attend;
While we run our wondrous way,
On the truth we teach depend:
He will prove your Friend divine
By whose mighty word we shine.
"Yes, the God who bade us roll,
God, who hung us in the sky,
He beholds an infant's soul
With a condescending eye,
And esteems it dearer far,
More in value, than a star."
From the deep and flowing river,
From the cataract's thundering fall,
From the stream where sunbeams quiver,
From the little brooklet's call,
Comes the voice of joyous waters,
Blending with the dew and rain,
"Lift to heaven, ye sons and daughters,
Tributes in the grateful strain."
Father! where the rainbow bendeth,
Where the changing clouds are seen,
'Tis thy love the beauty lendeth,
'Tis thy grace illumes the scene.
May our hearts, their tribute paying,
Seek thy truth, that, like the stream,
Life, and health, and joy conveying,-
Sparkles with the morning beam.
Light, Music and Perfume.
O, how brightly, how brightly the sun moves along
From the east to the west, through the sky!
O, how lovely, how lovely the moon looks among
All the stars, as they sparkle on high!
These glorious lights to us were given
To raise our thoughts from earth to heaven:
O, how brightly, how brightly they all move along,
Shedding light o'er the world from on high!
O, how swiftly, how swiftly the bird flies away
To his home in the tall forest tree!
O, how sweetly, how swe
And is happy as happy can be!
'Tis thus he tells of favors given;
And while he sings he soars to heaven:
O, how sweetly, how sweetly he sings all the day,
In his nest on the tall forest tree!
And the roses, the roses, and lilies so fair,
Which we pluck from the green fields in May,
Fill with fragrance, with fragrance, the fresh morning air,
And to us, as they bloom, seem to say
By whom their sweet perfume was given,
And thus they send it back to heaven:
O, the roses, the roses, and lilies so fair,
Fill the air, fill the air, all the day!
To the Beautiful. L. M.
Through every path where nature leads,
O'er towering hill, through dewy meads,
The presence of a beauty mild
Is seen, to bless the man, the child.
It glitters in the light of
Where golden clouds the east adorn;
And when the sunset fades away,
It shineth in each passing ray.
The stars, the sea, the river's flow,
The dew, the rain, the fleecy snow,
The mountain, with its flowery side,
The forests, with their waving pride.
In nature's parts, in nature's whole,
In all we see the beautiful;
O, what a glory then must break
Where souls to heaven's own glory wake!
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