The Garden. "To look through Nature up to Nature's God." Not only in thy temple, LORD, Here, where a nobler dome expands, A canopy unmade by hands, I gaze-I wonder-I adore, Her every charm-her every store, In every flower that round me blows, His beauty I can trace; In each cool stream that near me flows, B Yon glorious sun before my thought To which all those his love has bought But oh! not all the varied dress And yet all nature seems to move And who upon thy love can e'er Oh, thus may still the gifts recall TOWNSEND. O Rainbow! I hallow thy light, Fair type of the Godhead benign; The rays of whose glory are varied and bright, O Star of the Orient, hail! How sweet, in the light of thy beam, To muse on the Infant of Bethlehem's vale, And sweet o'er the landscape to bend, The scenes of thy loveliness, Earth! Where He, who hath taught me to call Him my Friend, Hath pictured His Deity forth. And Man! my companion thou! Thou Child of Perfection and God! The image Divine sits enthron'd on thy brow, O God of the Star and the Bow! The Lord of this Paradise blooming below, But the light of thy countenance never ;- ANON. The flowers. There the rose unveils Her breast of beauty, and each delicate bud O' the season comes in turn to bloom and perish. But first of all the violet, with an eye Blue as the midnight heavens, the frail snowdrop, The languid hyacinth, and wild primrose, The fox-glove, in whose drooping bells the bee [named From him who died for love,) the tangled woodbine, June Catch their perfumings CORNWALL. |