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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .
BY BRO . REV . W . TEBBS . IX . MARCH . " When Avill the stream be aweary of floiving Under my eye ?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over the sky ? When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting , When will the heart be aAveary of beating , And Nature die 1 Never , oh ! never , nothing will die ; The stream AOAVS
, The wind blows , The cloud fleets , The heart beats , Nothing will die . ****** Nothing will die ; All things will change
Thro' Eternity . 'Tis the world ' s winter ; Autumn and summer Are gone long long ago ; Earth is dry to the centre , But spring , a new comer , A spring rich and strange , Shall make the winds blow Round and round , Tbro' and thro '
j Here and there , I Till the air ¦ j And the ground 1 Shall be fill'd with life anew . ij Ti ^ VEIt the same solemnly j oyful lesson—decay and change —but still a change through J -U death to " life anew . " And h Natureni
I so throug ' s ght we may sleep ancl brightly dream of Spring , sweet semblance ever recurring of our morn of life—siveet , and yet again how sad the thoughts I its memories bringj "I dreamed I lay where floAvers were springing if Gaily in the summer beam ; List ' ning to the wild birds singing ,
1 By a falling crystal stream . ! | Straight the sky blew black and daring , I Thro' the woods the whirhvinds rave ; ij Trees Avith aged arms were warring , j O ' er the swelling , drumlie wave . Such was my life ' s deceitful morning , Such the pleasures I enjoy'd
; t But lang or noon , loud tempests storming , I A' my flowery bliss destroy'd . I Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me , I She promis'd fair and perform'd but ill ; I Of monie a joy and hope bereav'd me , 1 I bear a heart shall support me still . " 2 J ? 2
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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .
BY BRO . REV . W . TEBBS . IX . MARCH . " When Avill the stream be aweary of floiving Under my eye ?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over the sky ? When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting , When will the heart be aAveary of beating , And Nature die 1 Never , oh ! never , nothing will die ; The stream AOAVS
, The wind blows , The cloud fleets , The heart beats , Nothing will die . ****** Nothing will die ; All things will change
Thro' Eternity . 'Tis the world ' s winter ; Autumn and summer Are gone long long ago ; Earth is dry to the centre , But spring , a new comer , A spring rich and strange , Shall make the winds blow Round and round , Tbro' and thro '
j Here and there , I Till the air ¦ j And the ground 1 Shall be fill'd with life anew . ij Ti ^ VEIt the same solemnly j oyful lesson—decay and change —but still a change through J -U death to " life anew . " And h Natureni
I so throug ' s ght we may sleep ancl brightly dream of Spring , sweet semblance ever recurring of our morn of life—siveet , and yet again how sad the thoughts I its memories bringj "I dreamed I lay where floAvers were springing if Gaily in the summer beam ; List ' ning to the wild birds singing ,
1 By a falling crystal stream . ! | Straight the sky blew black and daring , I Thro' the woods the whirhvinds rave ; ij Trees Avith aged arms were warring , j O ' er the swelling , drumlie wave . Such was my life ' s deceitful morning , Such the pleasures I enjoy'd
; t But lang or noon , loud tempests storming , I A' my flowery bliss destroy'd . I Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me , I She promis'd fair and perform'd but ill ; I Of monie a joy and hope bereav'd me , 1 I bear a heart shall support me still . " 2 J ? 2