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The Poor Man Speaketh About Trees Verses by a Poor Man 165

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SCHOOL-ROOM POETRY.

MORNING.
Bowring.

EXTINGUISHED now is the last lone star,
The shadows of night are gone,
And lo! in the east, day's golden car
Is filled by the glorious sun.
And hark! for a thousand voices call,
The spirits of life and love:
Attune your hymns to the Father of All--
The Sovereign who reigns above.

'Tis he who opens the eastern gates,

Who kindles the morning's ray;

His Spirit all nature animates;

And the darkness and the day,
The field and its glories all are his--
And the music of the sky,

The light of hope and the smile of bliss,
And the bursting song of joy.

His temple is yonder arch sublime,
Its pillars, th' eternal hills;
His chorus, the solemn voice of Time
Which his wide creation fills;
His worshippers are the countless train
Which the lap of Nature bears,
The boisterous wind and the raging main,
And the silence of the spheres.

He rides unseen on the hurrying storm;
He sits on the whirlwind's car;
He wraps in the clouds his awful form;
And travels from star to star.

A thousand messengers wait his will,
And a million heralds fly,

And their Sovereign's high behests fulfil
Through a vast eternity.

He smiles, and new worlds spring forth to birth.
And suns in new glory rise;

He frowns, and darkness covers the earth,
And mantles the frighted skies.

He speaks in the thunder's dreadful roar,
He shines in the lightning's beam,

But oh! no mortal thought can soar
To any conception of him.

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HERE we, Earth-wanderers,
Timid and brave,

Hasten with onward step
Nearer the grave,

And in our pilgrimage

Should we not see

All that is beautiful,

Lovesome, and free?

Should we with mourning heart
Sit all forlorn?

Should we with sullen hand
Gather the thorn?

Should we in rambling
Over the meads,

Look but for pestilent

Poisonous weeds?
Should we not joyously,
Hand locked in hand,

A hopeful, a jubilant,
Brotherly band,

Look for the Flowers?

In the far nooks of life,
In the deep shade—

Where, amidst evil things,
Good well might fade-
God sends the sunny beam,
God sends the shower,

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