Of Thy indulgence, love, and power:
The birds, that rise on quivering wing,
Appear to hymn their Maker’s praise,
And all the mingling sounds of Spring
To Thee a general anthem raise.
Mrs. Opie.
There is a tongue in every leaf,—
A voice in every rill;—
A voice that speaketh everywhere,
In flood and fire, through earth and air!