And here the impressive stone, engraved with words

Which grief sententious gives to marble pale,

Shall teach the heart; while waters, leaves, and birds

Make cheerful music in the passing gale.

Willis G. Clark.

Your voiceless lips, O flowers, are living preachers,

Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book,

Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers,

From loneliest nook.

Were I, O God, in churchless lands remaining,