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And Brunskill's is a living name
"More pleasure," I returned, "shall I
From this time forth partake, When I remember Helbeck woods,
For old John Brunskill's sake.
"He knew how wholesome it would be
Among these wild wide fells, And upland vales, to catch at time
The sound of Christian bells;
"What feelings, and what impulses
That cadence might convey
The solitary day;
"That when his brethren were convened
To meet for social prayer,
In spirit might be there.
"Or when a glad thanksgiving sound,
Upon the winds of heaven, Was sent to speak a nation's joy,
For some great blessing given,—
"For victory by sea or land,
And happy peace at length,— Peace by h?s country's valor won,
And 'stablished by her strength.
"When such exultant peals were borne
Upon the mountain air, The sound should stir his blood, and give
An English impulse there."
Such thoughts were in the old man's mind,
From Stanemore's side, on Borrodaile,
And had I store of wealth, methinks,
Another herd of kine,
That they may crune with thine.
TO THE WIND IN AJV AEOLIAN HARP
T7 THEREAL race, inhabitants of air,
Those tender notes, how kindly they upbraid!
But hark! that strain was of a graver tone,
On the deep strings his hand some hermit throws;
Or he the sacred Bard who sat alone
In the drear waste, and wept his people's woes.
Such was the song which Zion's children sung,
Methinks I hear the full celestial choir
Let me, ye wand'ring spirits of the wind,
COD IN NATURE AND GRACE
GOD is love; the heavens tell it
Their great story,
And the teeming earth rejoices
With ten thousand thousand voices
Her glad story,
Through these anthems of creation,
Christian songs of Christ's salvation
God is love, and God is life.
Up to Him let each affection
Duly rise, and round Him move;
Our glad story,
ALL things bright and beautiful,
Each little flower that opens,
He made their glowing colors,
The rich man in his castle,
God made them, high or lowly,
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The ripe fruits in the garden,—
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The rushes by the water