And sensual throng, to grovelling hopes resigned
But they whom high and lofty thoughts inspire
Adore thee, in celestial glory shrined

In that diviner fane where Love's pure fire
Burns bright, and Genius tunes his loud immortal lyre.

PRINGLE.

NATURE.

O sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that owe not man's dominion
dwell,

And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been,
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock, that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude: 'tis but to hold

Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.

BYRON.

NATURE.

NATURE! all thy seasons please the eye
Of him who sees a Deity in all.

It is his presence that diffuses charms
Unspeakable, o'er mountain, wood, and stream.
To think that he, who hears the heavenly choirs,
Hearkens complacent to the woodland song;
To think that he, who rolls yon solar sphere,
Uplifts the warbling songster to the sky;
To mark his presence in the mighty bow
That spans the clouds as in the tints minute
Of tiniest flower; to hear his awful voice
In thunder speak, and whisper in the gale;
To know and feel his care for all that lives;

'Tis this that makes the barren waste appear A fruitful field, each grove a paradise. Yes! place me 'mid far stretching woodless wilds, Where no sweet song is heard, the heath-bell there Would please my weary sight, and tell of Thee! There would my gratefully uplifted eye Survey the heavenly vault, by day, by night, When glows the firmament from pole to pole; There would my overflowing heart exclaim, "The heavens declare the glory of the Lord, The firmament shows forth his handiwork!"

GRAHAME.

NATURE.

HE God of Nature and of Grace
In all his works appears;

His goodness through the earth we trace,

His grandeur in the spheres.

Behold this fair and fertile globe,

By him in wisdom planned;
'Twas he who girded like a robe,
The ocean round the land.

Lift to the firmament your eye,
Thither his path pursue;
His glory, boundless as the sky,
O'erwhelms the wondering view.

He bows the heavens-the mountains stand
A highway for their God;
He walks amidst the desert land,—

'Tis Eden where He trod.

The forests in his strength rejoice;
Hark! on the evening breeze,

As once of old, the Lord God's voice
Is heard among the trees.

Here on the hills he feeds his herds,
His flocks on yonder plains;
His praise is warbled by the birds-

Oh, could we catch their strains!

-Mount with the lark, and bear our song
Up to the gates of light';

Or, with the nightingale, prolong
Our numbers through the night!

In every stream his bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth;

In every breeze his spirit blows,

-The breath of life and health.

His blessings fall in plenteous showers,
Upon the lap of earth,

That teems with foliage, fruit, and flowers,
And rings with infant mirth.

If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful, beyond compare,
Will Paradise be found!

MONTGOMERY.

NATURE.

WH, Nature! all sufficient, over all!

Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works!
Snatch me to heaven; thy rolling wonders there,

World beyond world, in infinite extent,
Profusely scattered o'er the void immense,
Show me; their motions, periods, and their laws,
Give me to scan; through the disclosing deep
Light my blind way; the mineral strata there;

Thrust, blooming, thence the vegetable world;
O'er that the rising system, more complex,
Of animals; and higher still, the mind,
The varied scene of quick-compounded thought,
And where the mixing passions endless shift;
These, ever open to my ravish'd eye;

A search the flight of time can ne'er exhaust!
But if to that unequal, if the blood,

In sluggish streams about my heart, forbid
That best ambition; under closing shades,
Inglorious, lay me by the lowly brook,
And whisper to my dreams. From thee begin,
Dwell all on Thee, with Thee conclude my song;
And let me never, never stray from Thee!

THOMSON.

ACTION A LAW OF NATURE.

HE opening morn, resplendent noon,
With heaven's bright glory graced,
Meek

vesper, and night's silent moon

Tell nought remains at rest.

The comet, wandering far on high, 'Midst countless planets placed,

Rolls ceaseless through the boundless sky,

For nought remains at rest.

The tide returns, and ebbs again,

The river hies with haste,

With rills and springs into the main—

For nought remains at rest.

The various seasons as they rise,-
Mild spring with flowery vest,

Bright summer, autumn, winter's skies,
Tell nought remains at rest.

Thus day, and night, and star, and flood,
And seasons-all attest

That, through the wondrous works of God,
There's nought remains at rest.

If action, then, be nature's law,

Be this great truth impressed:

That life in deeds of love should flow

All blessing, and all blest.

DAVID GRANT.

GOD THE AUTHOR OF NATURE.

HERE lives and works

A soul in all things, and that soul is God.
The beauties of the wilderness are his,

That make so gay the solitary place,
Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms
That cultivation glories in, are his.

He sets the bright procession on its way,

And marshals all the order of the year;

He marks the bounds which winter may not pass,

And blunts his pointed fury; in its case,
Russet and rude, folds up the tender germ

Uninjured, with inimitable art;

And, ere one flowery season fades and dies,
Designs the blooming wonders of the next.
The Lord of all, himself through all diffused,
Sustains, and is the life of all that lives.
Nature is but a name for an effect,
Whose cause is God. One spirit-His,

Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows,
Rules universal Nature! not a flower

But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain,
Of his unrivalled pencil. He inspires
Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues,