THE BOWER OF BLISS. E. SPENSER. HERE the most dainty paradise on ground In which all pleasures plenteously abound, The painted flowers, the trees upshooting high, The dales for shade, the hills for breathing space, The trembling groves, the crystal running by, And that which all fair works doth most aggrace, The art, which all that wrought, appeared in no place. One would have thought (so cunningly the rude That nature had for wantonness ensued Art, and that art at nature did repine; So striving each the other to undermine, Each did the other's work more beautify; So differing both in wills, agreed in fine: So all agreed through sweet diversity, This garden to adorn with all variety. Eftsoons they heard a most melodious sound, Was there consorted in one harmony; Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters, all agree. The joyous birds, shrouded in cheerful shade, NATURE'S HYMNS. J. G. WHITTIER. [By permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co.] And to her voice the solemn ocean lent, Touching its harp of sand, a deep accompaniment. HE harp at Nature's advent strung Has never ceased to play: The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away. And prayer is made, and praise is given, The ocean looketh up to heaven, And mirrors every star. Its waves are kneeling on the strand, Their white locks bowing to the sand, They pour their glittering treasures forth, Their gifts of pearl they bring, And all the listening hills of earth Take up the song they sing. The green earth sends her incense up The mists above the morning rills The winds with hymns of praise are loud, The thunder-organ of the cloud, The dropping tears of rain. With drooping head and branches crossed The twilight forest grieves, Or speaks with tongues of Pentecost The blue sky is the temple's arch, Its transept earth and air, So Nature keeps the reverent frame MAJESTY OF GOD. T. STERNHOLD. The Lord descended from above, And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. On cherubim and seraphim Full royally he rode, And on the wings of mighty winds He sat serene upon the floods, And he, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign. Give glory to his awful name, |