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"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 his country's valour won,
And 'stablish'd by her strength.
"When such exultant peals were borne
Upon the mountain air,
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 AN EOLIAN HARP
Ethereal 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 peoples' 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,
GOD IN NATURE AND GRACE
God is love; the heavens tell it
In that glad and golden language
Their great story,
And the teeming earth rejoices
In that message from above,
Telling back, from hill and grove,
God is might, and God is love.
Through these anthems of creation,
Christian songs of Christ's salvation
Tell their story,
Up to Him let each affection
Duly rise, and round Him move;
Our glad story,
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures, great and small,
All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings;
The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly,
And order'd their estate.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden,—
He made them every one.
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water
We gather every day;—