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INSTRUCTIVE AND DEVOTIONAL.
THERE 's not a leaf within the bower ;
There's not a bird upon the tree ;There's not a dewdrop on the flower ;
But bears the impress, Lord ! of thee.
Thy hand the varied leaf design'd,
the bird its thrilling tone ; Thy power the dewdrop's tints combin’d,
Till like a diamond's blaze they shone.
Yes; dewdrops, leaves, and buds, and all,
The smallest, like the greatest things; The sea's vast space, the earth's wide ball,
Alike proclaim thee King of kings.
But man alone to bounteous Heaven,
Thanksgiving's conscious strains can raise ; To favoured man alone 'tis given
To join the angelic choir in praise !
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan
still His most successful war.
The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
For those who follow thee.
There, if thy spirit touch my soul,
And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!
There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor thirsts for human praise.
Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine, And (all harmonious names in one)
My Saviour, thou art mine!