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 God! Thou art all substance wreathing Into forms that suit thy will; God! Thou art through all things breathing One harmonious anthem still.

REYNARD'S SOLILOQUY.

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Halloo! halloo! Wild woodland now! How the twinkling stars look down! And rocky and rude is the mountain's brow, And dark is the forest's frown. Ha! ha! the dens and brambled fens My wild eyes laugh to greet, And over the clifts and rocky rifts Right merrily dance my feet.

Pure is the gale, and odors rise From the wild woodland hill; Wo-hoo! Wo-hoo! the dark owl cries, And shrilly the whip-poor-will; But the deep tone of the owlet's moan Is a note of courage all free, And the whip-poor-will's trill beneath the hill Gives music and motion to me.

The farmers' geese are very well fed, And fat and sleek are they;— The blood-hound lies in his dreamy bed, So let me seek my prey. On drumming wings the partridge springs, As over the brakes I fly; But soon, like specks, the lily-white necks Will float before my eye.