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The same. (P.M.) 1 PLEASING spring again is here!
Trees and fields in bloom appear! Hark! the birds, with artless lays, Warble their Creator's praise ! Where, in winter, all was snow, Now the flowers in clusters grow ;And the corn, in green array,
Promises a harvest-day. 2 What a change has taken place,
Emblem of the spring of grace ;
Let me feel like what I see ;
Still I could not yield thee fruit.
On thy garden deign to smile,
Life to what seem'd dead before. 5 Lord, I long to be at home,
Where these changes never come !
The same. (P. M.)
VHE winter is over and gone,
The thrush whistles sweet on the spray The turtle breathes forth her soft moan,
The lark mounts and warbles away. 2 Shall every creature around,
Their voices in concert unite,
In praising, to take less delight?
Sweet organs, your notes softly swell!
The Saviour's high praises to tell !
My graces shall bloom as the spring;
A Hymn for the Spring. (C. M.) ?WHILE beauty
clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms on the spray, And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day! 2 How kind the influencc of the skies:
Soft showers, with blessings fraught, Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.
With gratitude and love,
The garden, field, and grove.
Beyond expression kind,
To bless the craving mind.
Glad nature's cheerful song; And love and gratitude divine,
Attune my joyful tongue.
For the Weeks of Harvest. (C.M.) 1 THE rising morn, the closing day,
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice; Both in their turns thy pow'r display, And laden with thy gifts rejoice,
2 Earth's wide extended, varying scenes,
All smiling round, thy bounty show;
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.
Which thy indulgent hand prepares ;
And answers all the sower's cares.
And through the ridges gently flow,
And thy kind blessing make it grow. 5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year;
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
And echoing hills return the sound. 6 Here spreading flocks adorn the plain;
There plenty ev'ry charm displays;
The same. (P. M.)
1 VEE! the corn again in ear!
How tbe fields and vallies smile!
2 While I view the plenteous grain,
Only crops of useless weeds.
Hid awhile beneath the ground,
Have oppos'd its growth in vain. 4 Let the praise be all the Lord's,
As the benefit is our's !
Ready for the reaper stands.
Precious seeds of heavenly joy ;
many changes past,