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C. M.
God seen in his works.
There’s not a tint that paints the rose
Or decks the lily fair,
Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,
But God has placed it there.
2 There’s not a star whose twinkling light
Illumes the distant earth,
And cheers the solemn gloom of night
But goodness gave it birth.
3 There’s not a cloud whose dews distill
Upon the parching clod,
And clothe with verdure vale and hill,
That is not sent by God.
4 There’s not a place in earth’s vast round,
In ocean deep, or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found;
For God is everywhere.
5 Around, beneath, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
There heaven displays its boundless love,
And power with goodness blends.
Wallace.