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AGES now walk upon the earth and find about their pathway strewn The choicest gifts from Nature's hand, as flowers in the month of June; Yet all the incense of the land from golden censers scattered free, Is feeble in comparison, with what there is beyond Life's sea. We gaze upon the stars at night, so far away that but a speck Is visible, still worlds beyond a glorious firmament may deck; And still beyond those glittering gems, beyond the searching lights of man Hurl other worlds no doubt, and more, are marvels of the sublime plan. In perfect order each adheres to laws laid down ere time was known By man, or he had graced this sphere, or he this universe was shown; However great, however small, a perfect law for each was sealed Until due time should loose the bonds and hidden mysteries be revealed. This generous earth which grows our grain: the flowers that beautify our way, The trees that lift their heads aloft as if to welcome perfect day; All, even to the great old seas that kiss the borders of our land Roll on--roll on for you and me to think about the Unseen Hand. The purest mists they send above and vapor-clouds their tokens bear Across the face of Mother Earth, "life's messenger upon the air," To places far remote indeed where flowers and the tender grass Smile forth, as if a magic wand had touched them as it came to pass. Then having purified the earth, again it goes upon its way And gurgles down some mountain brook, perhaps where happy children play, And on and on until the sea again this traveler will find-- And fill its place, as you and I, which the Creator has de- signed. |