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‘IN SUMMER, WHEN ALL NATURE GLOWS’
“Nature in every form inspires delight.”
Cowper
In summer, when all nature glows,
And lends its fragrance to the rose,
And tints the sky with deeper blue,
And copious sheds the fruitful dew;
When odours come with every gale,
And nature holds her carnival;
When all is bright and pure and calm,
The smallest herb or leaf can charm
The man whom nature's beauties warm.
And lends its fragrance to the rose,
And tints the sky with deeper blue,
And copious sheds the fruitful dew;
When odours come with every gale,
And nature holds her carnival;
When all is bright and pure and calm,
The smallest herb or leaf can charm
The man whom nature's beauties warm.
The glitt'ring tribes of insects gay,
Disporting in their parent-ray,
Each full of life and careless joy,
He views with philosophic eye:
For well he knows the glorious Hand,
That bade th' eternal mountains stand,
And spread the vast and heaving main,
And studded heaven's resplendent plain,
Gave life to nature's humbler train.
Disporting in their parent-ray,
Each full of life and careless joy,
He views with philosophic eye:
For well he knows the glorious Hand,
That bade th' eternal mountains stand,
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And studded heaven's resplendent plain,
Gave life to nature's humbler train.
Nor less admires his mighty pow'r
In the fine organs of a flow'r,
Than when he bids the thunder roll,
Rebellowing o'er the stormy pole;
Or launches forth his bolts of fire
On the lost objects of his ire;
Or with the yawning earthquake shocks
The reeling hills and shatter'd rocks,
And every mortal project mocks.
In the fine organs of a flow'r,
Than when he bids the thunder roll,
Rebellowing o'er the stormy pole;
Or launches forth his bolts of fire
On the lost objects of his ire;
Or with the yawning earthquake shocks
The reeling hills and shatter'd rocks,
And every mortal project mocks.
No sceptic he—who bold essays
T' unravel all the mystic maze
Of the Creator's mighty plan—
A task beyond the pow'rs of man;
Who, when his reason fails to soar
High as his will, believes no more—
No!—calmly thro' the world he steals,
Nor seeks to trace what God conceals,
Content with what that God reveals.
T' unravel all the mystic maze
Of the Creator's mighty plan—
A task beyond the pow'rs of man;
Who, when his reason fails to soar
High as his will, believes no more—
No!—calmly thro' the world he steals,
Nor seeks to trace what God conceals,
Content with what that God reveals.
C. T.
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