"That when his brethren were convened To meet for social prayer, “Or when a glad thanksgiving sound, Was sent to speak a nation's joy, "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, The sound should stir his blood, and give Such thoughts were in the old man's mind, From Stanemore's side, on Borrodaile, And had I store of wealth, methinks, John Brunskill, I would freely give, R. Southey CCXL TO THE WIND IN AN EOLIAN HARP Ethereal race, inhabitants of air, Who hymn your God amid the secret grove, Those tender notes, how kindly they upbraid! But hark! that strain was of a graver tone, 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 Thro' heaven's high dome their awful anthem raise; Let me, ye wand'ring spirits of the wind, X J. Thomson CCXLI GOD IN NATURE AND GRACE God is love; the heavens tell it Through their glorious orbs of light, In that glad and golden language Speaking to us day and night, Their great story, God is love, and God is light. And the teeming earth rejoices God is might, and God is love. Through these anthems of creation, God is love, and God is life. Up to Him let each affection Duly rise, and round Him move; Our glad story, God is life, and God is love. Anon. CCXLII THE CREATION 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, The rich man in his castle, The purple-headed mountain, The sunset, and the morning The cold wind in the winter, The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water We gather every day ;— |