It was thy turn; and in thy place Thy seed are boasting in the sun; Thou hadst thy time to run thy race: They must depart whose race is run. Ay, such the saws I lightly say O'er death that comes not near to me! So loftily I put away The horror of mortality! Yet, looking nearer, ye dry bones Of that which once was blithe and strong, May I not gather among these stones A lesson that may last me long? For ye, how like, thus white and dry, To what, one day, some passer by "As hewn wood, broken upon the earth, Our bones lie scattered before the pit !" Shall that be all or shall he add "God rest his soul whose dust is here: What sorrows or what sins he had Be lifted in a happier sphere!" D To him some matter-none to me His tender tear or thoughtful sigh; Wherever Death cuts down the tree, The tree must fall—and, falling, lie. Yet may I take, when I depart, At least thy comfort, to have borne, To have displayed with decent pride; If more than this I dare demand, And dare to hope that Heaven shall grant, 'Tis what thou canst not understand, Last relic of a perished plant! T. BURBIDGE. LOVE OF NATURE. GLAD sight wherever new and old Is joined through some dear home-born tie; The life of all that we behold Depends upon that mystery. Vain is the glory of the sky, The beauty vain of field and grove, Unless, while with admiring eye We gaze, we also learn to love. WORDSWORTH. NATURE'S LESSON. ONE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson of two duties serv'd in one, Of Labour, that in still advance outgrows, Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, Symbols. THE BOOK OF NATURE. "The invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made."--ROMANS I. 20. HERE is a book, who runs may read, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God, above, below, Are pages in that book, to show The glorious sky embracing all Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompass'd, great and small |