A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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I heard the language of the trees,

In the noons of the early summer;

As the leaves were moved like rippling seas

By the wind—a constant comer.

It came and it went at its wanton will;

And evermore loved to dally,

With branch and flower, from the cope of the hill

To the warm depths of the valley.

The sunlight glow’d; the water flow’d;

The birds their music chanted,