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    HER HOPES LIE BURIED WITH HER
  --  HERO DEAD.   Table of Contents     JONQUILS.

Smith, Effie Waller
Songs of the Months

- SONGS OF THE MONTHS.
- NO SOLITUDE IN NATURE.


NO SOLITUDE IN NATURE.


Nature has no solitude
For those who list to her,
Her voice is daily heard to speak
To them distinct and clear.

Think'st thou the broad expanse
Of lake, of ocean grand,
The flow of brooks and rivers,
And stretch of level land,

The grandeur of the mountains,
The flowers, the grass, the trees,
The rocks, the birds, the insects,--
Think'st thou not that these,

These things and others, too, which make
Up Nature, truly they
Speak to the inward man--the soul--
In accents clear each day.

For are they not the oracles
Of their Creator; say,
Does he not plainly speak through them?
Yes, this is God's own way!
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For oh, how many souls have first
Known His rare love divine;
Been lifted far 'bove sin's deep pit,
Prostrate at Nature's shrine.

Ah, yes, dear Father! yes, how oft
Thy love our spirits move,
So manifested in our works
It moves us Thee to love.
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    HER HOPES LIE BURIED WITH HER
  --  HERO DEAD.   Table of Contents     JONQUILS.