...at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, and hollow whispering gales. • * • * Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,...clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes yon, and whose pencil paints." There is an analogy between the world of Nature and the world of Grace....

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...a fragrance that belongs only to its expanded state. Thomson has very elegantly expressed this : ' Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun eialtn. Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.' Yet Thomson only saw with the perception...

...say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills. And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound...fruits, and flowers. In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exults, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave to...

...trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Vc headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; 50 Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the...voice Or bids you roar or bids your roarings fall. 55 Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to HIM ; whose sun exalts,...

...whom you rage. | His praise, ye brooks', attune,'1 | ye trembling rills,, | And let me catch it as I muse along. | Ye headlong tor'rents, | rapid, and...thou, majestic main', | A secret world of wonders in myself, | Sound his stupendous praise, | whose greater voice, | Or bids you roar', | or bids your roarings...

...say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound...floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and them, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater...

...say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I a look, so soft an air, My ravished soul is charmed...yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have m I Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him, — whose sun exalts....

...say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound...voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts,...

...brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, inpid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid...thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyselfj Sound his stupendous praise, — whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings...