or half the mighty rol'lltlt, teU. no tale
Of all the good it does. Thou but oot len
Th,-.el£ without a witoeaa, in theae ahadee,
Or thy perfections. Grandeur, etri!ogth, aod gn.ce
Are here to 'P4'ak of Thee. Tbie mighty 01\k-
By wboee immovable atem I etand, aod aeem
A.lmoet annihilAted-not a. prince,
In all that proud old world beyond the deep,
E'er wore hia crown u loftily M he
Wean \be green coronal of leaves with which
Thy hand hath graced him. Neetled at his root
Is beauty, auch as blooms not In tho glare
or the broa.d IUU. That delica.te forest ftower,
With scented breath, t.Dd look .a like a smile,
Seema, u it iasnes from the ebapelell mould,
A.J1 emanation from the indweUang Lifo,
A visible token oftbe upholding Lon,
That are the eoul of thill wide uoivente.
My heart ia awed within me when I think
or the great miracle that atill goes on,
In ailence, round me--the perpetual work
or tby creation, fiuiah'dl yet renew'd
For ever. Written on tlly worka I read
The leaaon orthine own eternity.
Lo I aU grow old an(! die--but see again,
How on the faltering footatepa of decay
Youth presses-ever gay an,\ bel\utiful youth,
In all ita beautiful forms. The11e lofty tree~~
Wave not less proudly th&t their aneeatore
Monlder beneath them. Oh. there ia not loet
One of earth's cbnrma: upou her bosom yet,
After the ftight of untold ceut.l.lfiet,
The freshna. o£ her fAr beginning lieta,
And yet ab.ulllie. Life moclu tbe \dle bate
Of hia arch enemy, Death-yea., he aeata bhmel£
Upon the tyrant's throne--t.he Hpulcb~,
And of tbe triumphs of hi• ghutly foe
Hakea his own nourishment. For b_, came_ ...
From thine own bosom, aD'\ absll ban no -.
Tbere have heen holy men who bid tb~ne
Deep in tbe woody w ilderr:-. aud p • e.
Tbeir lina to tboogb~ 1n1d prayer, ~iU ~ fllltll"¥..C.
The gentra~on bon1 with tbew, oor ..-wd
