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Poems.
Come view the little winding brook,
A joyously it flows,
Its verdant banks with flowers rife,
A bright enchantment throws.
Gaze on the ocean's wide expanse,
And mark its bosom's rise,
Hark to the murmur of the deep,
As mournfully it sighs.
A joyously it flows,
Its verdant banks with flowers rife,
A bright enchantment throws.
Gaze on the ocean's wide expanse,
And mark its bosom's rise,
Hark to the murmur of the deep,
As mournfully it sighs.
Gaze on the brilliant orb of day,
Enthroned in yon blue sky;
Then mark the gentle "queen of night,"
In majesty on high;
View all the sparkling gems so bright,
On Heaven's arching brow;
Contemplate all, then ask thyself,
Am I insensate now?
Enthroned in yon blue sky;
Then mark the gentle "queen of night,"
In majesty on high;
View all the sparkling gems so bright,
On Heaven's arching brow;
Contemplate all, then ask thyself,
Am I insensate now?
Could all these wond'rous things appear
Without Almighty Power?
The changing seasons as they pass,
Are they not full each hour
With striking proofs there is a God,
Who guides with wisdom's plan,
All time, all change within this sphere;
Though wisely veiled from man?
Without Almighty Power?
The changing seasons as they pass,
Are they not full each hour
With striking proofs there is a God,
Who guides with wisdom's plan,
All time, all change within this sphere;
Though wisely veiled from man?
