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 284 DE�OTIONAL. In every flower, that round me I1ows, His bounty I can trace; In each cool stream, that near me flows, His sweet, refreshing grace. Yon glorious sun before my tho.ught The brighter glories brings, To which all those, his love has bought, Shall soar on angel-wings. But, oh, not all. the varied dress Of water--earth--and skies, Hath aught sufficient to express The wondrous sacdtlce; And yet all Nture serves to move The rapturous thought divine, For all, I see, recals thy'love, And wrmly wakens mine; And who upon thy love can e'er His thoughts in transport lose, Yet on it's dearest pledge forbear With fervent zeal to muse ? ......... Google

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