When in the grass sweet waters talk,
And strains of tiny music swell
From every moss-cup of the rock,

From every nameless blossom's bell!

But now, a joy too deep for sound,

A peace no other season knows,
Hushes the heavens, and wraps the ground,-
The blessing of supreme repose.

Away! I will not be, to-day,

The only slave of toil and care: Away from desk and dust, away! I'll be as idle as the air.

Beneath the open sky abroad,

Among the plants and breathing things, The sinless, peaceful works of God,

I'll share the calm the season brings.

Come thou, in whose soft eyes I see
The gentle meaning of the heart,
One day amid the woods with thee,

From men and all their cares apart.
And where, upon the meadow's breast,
The shadow of the thicket lies,
The blue wild flowers thou gatherest

Shall glow yet deeper near thine eyes.
Come-and when, mid the calm profound,
I turn, those gentle eyes to seek,
They, like the lovely landscape round,
Of innocence and peace shall speak.

Rest here, beneath the unmoving shade,
And on the silent valleys gaze,

BARTON.

Be glad ye heavens, thou earth rejoice,
Mag!
spread through every nation
With joyful and triumphant voice
The gospel of salvation:
Publish his glory, and his praise
Whose word his works sustaineth,
And gratefully this anthem raise,
Rejoice! The Lord yet reigneth!
Before His footstool prostrate fall,
Whose gracious bounty giveth
To each created object-all

On which enjoyment liveth-
From Him alone each good descends,
His arm each ill restraineth;
Then tell to earth's remotest ends,
The Lord in glory reigneth!

When in the grass sweet waters talk, And strains of tiny music swell From every moss-cup of the rock, From every nameless blossom's bell! But now, a joy too deep for sound,

A peace no other season knows, Hushes the heavens, and wraps the groundThe blessing of supreme repose. Away! I will not be, to-day,

The only slave of toil and care: Away from desk and dust, away! I'll be as idle as the air.

Beneath the open sky abroad,

Among the plants and breathing things, The sinless, peaceful works of God,

I'll share the calm the season brings.

Come thou, in whose soft eyes I see

The gentle meaning of the heart, One day amid the woods with thee,

From men and all their cares apart.

And where, upon the meadow's breast, The shadow of the thicket lies, The blue wild flowers thou gatherest Shall glow yet deeper near thine eyes.

Come-and when, mid the calm profound, I turn, those gentle eyes to seek, They, like the lovely landscape round,

Of innocence and peace shall speak.

Rest here, beneath the unmoving shade, And on the silent valleys gaze,

Winding and widening till they fade In yon soft ring of summer haze. The village trees their summits rear Still as its spire; and yonder flock, At rest in those calm fields, appear

As chiselled from the lifeless rock.

BE glad ye heavens, thou earth rejoice,
Man! spread through every nation
With joyful and triumphant voice

The gospel of salvation:
Publish his glory, and his praise

Whose word his works sustaineth,
And gratefully this anthem raise,
Rejoice! The Lord yet reigneth!
Before His footstool prostrate fall,
Whose gracious bounty giveth
To each created object-all

On which enjoyment liveth:-
From Him alone each good descends,
His arm each ill restraineth;
Then tell to earth's remotest ends,

The Lord in glory reigneth!

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Praise Him for all that ye possess

Of riches, glory, power-
Ye who have neither yet may bless
His goodness every hour:
His watchful and protecting eye
The meanest ne'er disdaineth,
Raise then, ye poor, your voice on high,
For you, for you He reigneth.

But chiefly for salvation's gift,

Of which He is the Donor,
Angels and men, your voices lift,
In songs of praise and honour:
O sing with gratitude His name
Whose death our life remaineth,
The love of Jesus loud proclaim,
And say, The Lord still reigneth.

Penance is not for y
Bless'd wanderers of the

To you 'tis given
To wake sweet Nature's
Beneath the arch of
To chirp away a life of p

Then spread each wi
Far, far above, o'er lakes

And join the choirs
In you blue dome not rea

Or if ye stay,

To note the consecrated 1
Teach me the airy w
And let me try your envi

Above the crowd,
On upward wings could I
I'd bathe in yon brig
And seek the stars that g

'Twere heaven indeed
Through fields of trackles

Ou Nature's charms
And Nature's own great

THE FALLS OF N

BRAINARD

THE thoughts are strange that While I look upward to thee. As if God pour'd thee from his