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And tells aloud His trust in God, and so is blest
'Neath every cloud.
He has no store, he sows no seed ; Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed \ By flowing stream or grassy mead
He sings to shame-Men, who forget, in fear of need,
A Father's Name..
The heart that trusts for ever sings, And feels as light as it had wings ; A well of peace within it springs :
Come good or ill, Whate'er to-day, to-morrow brings,
It is His will! Isaac Williams. [1842.]' |
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CCCLXXXI.
Why comes this fragrance on the summer breeze, The blended tribute of ten thousand flowers,
To me, a frequent wanderer 'mid the trees That form these gay, though solitary bowers ?
One answer is around, beneath, above ;
The echo of the voice, that God is Love!
Why bursts such melody from tree and bush, The overflowing of each songster's heart,
So filling mine, that it can scarcely hush Awhile to listen, but would take its part ?
'Tis but one song I hear where'er I rove,
Though countless be the notes, that God is Love! |
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