I. ATHER, thy wonders do not singly stand, FATHE Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed: Around us ever lies the enchanted land, In marvels rich to thine own sons displayed. 2. In finding thee, are all things round us found; 3. Open our eyes that we that world may see, And feel thy presence with us always near, 4. No more to wander mid the things of time, JONES VERY, 1813-1880. |