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But small as he is, he knows he may want, ...
bare, When the white snow is falling, and keen is the
air, He heeds it not, as he sits by himself, In his warm little nest, with his nuts on his shelf. O, wise little Squirrel ! no wonder that he, In the green summer woods is as blithe as can be!
· PSALM CIV. Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty: who coverest thyself with light as with a garment; who stretchest out the heavens · like a curtain; who layeth 'the beams of his chambers in the waters ; who maketh the clouds his chariot'; who walketh upon the wings of the wind; who maketh his angels spirits, his ministers a flaming fire; who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever. Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains. At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away. They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded
for them. Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cover the earth. He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst. By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches. He watereth the hills from his chambers; the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works. He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man ; that he may bring forth food out of the earth, and wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart. The trees of the Lord are full of sap; the .cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; where the birds make their nests; as for the stork, the fir-trees are her house. The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats, and the rocks for the conies. He appointed the moon for seasons; the sun knoweth his going down. Thou makest darkness, and it is night; wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth. The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God. The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in their dens. Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening. O Lord, how manifold are thy works ! in wisdom has thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches: so is this great and wide sea, wherein are
things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts. There go the ships : there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein. These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season. That thou givest them they gather : thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good. Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled : thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust. Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created : and thou renewest the face of the earth. The glory of the Lord shall endure for ever; the Lord shall rejoice in his works. He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth; he toucheth the hills, and they smoke. I will sing untó the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being. My meditation of him shall be sweet; I will be glad in the Lord. Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more. Bless thou the Lord, O my soul. Praise ye the Lord.
There's not a leaf within the bower;
There's not a bird upon the tree; There's not a dew-drop on the flower
But bears the impress, Lord ! of thee.
Thy hand the varied leaf designed,
And gave the bird its thrilling tone:
Shy power the dew-drop's tints combined,
Till like the diamond's blaze they shone.
Yes; dew-drops, leaves, and buds, and all
The smallest, like the greatest things ; The sea's vast space, the earth's wide ball,
Alike proclaim thee King of kings.
But man alone to bounteous heaven,
Thanksgiving's conscious strains can raise ; To favoured man alone 'tis given
To join the angelic choir in praise !
A SONG FOR THE MORNING.
Is white on the lea;
On her wings and her feet;
Loud, varied, and sweet:
Mid fragrance have been,
A crown like a queen...
Oh, come ! hear the throstie
Invites you aloud;
And soft comes the plover's vry
Down from the cloud :
And yon lily's begun
And drink dew in the sun :
Earth rejoices in green-
With flowers like a queen.
Oh, haste, for the shepherd
Hath wakened his pipe,
Where the blackberry's ripe :
The dew on the thyme;
An old bridal rhyme:
And gladness on earth-
And mix in the mirth.
In a large field well fenced with a high thick hedge lived four bulls, named Buff, Brin, Black, and Dunn. They had a snug shed into which they could go at night, or when it rained. In one