76 A DREAM OF COLOURS. 'I, who in spring's first, fearful, fragrant flower, And in the summer eve's last lingering cloud, Praise Thee, now praise Thee in Thy holy temple." Then all together sang-"Glory to God!" MARY MAYNARD. THE PSALMS OF DAVID. THE MUSIC OF NATURE. E sang of God-the mighty source Of all things the stupendous force On which all strength depends; From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes, All period, power and enterprise Commences, reigns, and ends. Angels-their ministry and meed, Or with their citherns wait; Where Michael, with his millions, bows, The cherub and her mate. 78 THE PSALMS OF DAVID. Of man, the semblance and effect Of God and love-the saint elect For infinite applause,— To rule the land and briny broad, And heroes in his cause. The world, the clustering spheres He made, Dale, champaign, grove, and hill; The multitudinous abyss, Where scenery remains in bliss, And Wisdom hides her skill. Trees, plants, and flowers—of virtuous root; Choice gums and precious balm ; Bless ye the nosegay in the vale, And with the sweetness of the gale Of foul-even every beak and wing That live in peace, or prey; THE PSALMS OF DAVID. They that make music, or that mock, Of fishes-every size and shape, The shells are in the wealthy deep, Of beasts-the beaver plods his task; Her cave the mining coney scoops; Of gems-their virtue and their price, Their darts of lustre sheathe; The jasper of the master's stamp, The topaz blazing like a lamp, Among the mines beneath. 79 |