Tixall Poetry.
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From birds, I'le learn to sing my Maker's praise,
The sheep shall make me wish I may
Grow usefull and as meek as they,
And hear the Pastor that directs my ways.
The sheep shall make me wish I may
Grow usefull and as meek as they,
And hear the Pastor that directs my ways.
Both birds and beasts shall my distrust condemn,
Who trust heaven's goodness, rove about
Free from all care and anxious doubt,
And teach me to depend on heaven like them.
Who trust heaven's goodness, rove about
Free from all care and anxious doubt,
And teach me to depend on heaven like them.
Motives I ne'er shall want of love and praise,
For heaven and earth will still supply
My thoughts with such variety,
As will new wonder, fresh devotion raise.
For heaven and earth will still supply
My thoughts with such variety,
As will new wonder, fresh devotion raise.
Oh! may I something learn from all I see
And by thy creatures still ascend
To the first cause while I attend
To nature's volumes of divinity.
And by thy creatures still ascend
To the first cause while I attend
To nature's volumes of divinity.
