Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou clim'st,
And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fliest,
With the fixed stars, fixed in their orb that flies;
And ye five other wandering fires, that move
In mystic dance, not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness called up light.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix

And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change
Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise
From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray,
Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honour to the world's Great Author rise;
Whether to deck with clouds the uncoloured sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers,
Rising or falling still advance his praise.

His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow,
Breathe soft or loud; and, wave your tops, ye pines,
With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,

Bear in your wings and in your notes his praise.

Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,

To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade,
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail, Universal Lord! be bounteous still
To give us only good; and if the night
Hath gathered aught of evil, or concealed,
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.

WORK-HORSES IN A PARK ON SUNDAY.

1.

'TIS Sabbath-day, the poor man walks
Blithe from his cottage door,

And to his prattling young ones talks
As they skip on before.

2.

The father is a man of joy,

From his week's toil released;

And jocund is each little boy
To see his father pleased.

3.

But, looking to a field at hand,

Where the grass grows rich and high,

A no less merry Sabbath band

Of horses met my eye.

WORK-HORSES IN A PARK ON SUNDAY.

4.

Poor skinny beasts! that go all week
With loads of earth and stones,
Bearing, with aspect dull and meek,
Hard work and cudgel'd bones;

5.

But now let loose to roam athwart
The farmer's clover-lea,

With whisking tails, and jump and snort,
They speak a clumsy glee.

6.

Lolling across each other's necks,

Some look like brothers dear; Others are full of flings and kicksAntics uncouth and queer.

7.

One tumbles wild from side to side,
With hoofs tossed to the sun,
Cooling his old gray seamy hide,
And making dreadful fun.

8.

I thought how pleasant 'twas to see,
On this bright Sabbath-day,

Man and his beasts alike set free

To take some harmless play;

9.

And how their joys were near the same-
The same in show at least-

Hinting that we may sometimes claim
Too much above the beast.

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10.

If like in joys, beasts surely must
Be like in sufferings too,

And we can not be right or just,
To treat them as we do.

11.

Thus did God's day serve as a span
All things to bind together,
And make the humble brute to man
A patient pleading brother.

12.

Oh if to us one precious thing,
And not to them, is given,
Kindness to them will be a wing
To carry it on to Heaven!

BROTHERLY LOVE.

1.

WE are but two-the others sleep
Through death's untroubled night;

We are but two-oh let us keep
The link that binds us bright !

2.

Heart leaps to heart-the sacred flood That warms us is the same;

That good old man-his honest blood Alike we fondly claim.

BROTHERLY LOVE.

3.

We in one mother's arms were locked-
Long be her love repaid!

In the same cradle we were rocked

Round the same hearth we played.

4.

Our boyish sports were all the same,
Each little joy and woe;

Let manhood keep alive the flame
Lit up so long ago.

5.

We are but one-be that the bond
To hold us till we die!

Shoulder to shoulder let us stand,
Till side by side we lie.

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