EARTH'S BEAUTY.
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Where the wave murmurs not, Where the gust eddies not, Where the stream rushes not, Where the cliff shadows not, Where the wood darkens not, I would not be! Bright tho' the heavens were, Rich tho' the flowers there, Sweet tho' the fragrant air, And all as Eden fair, Yet as a dweller there, I would not be! O wave, and breeze, and rill, and rock, and wood, Was it not God Himself that called you GOOD? —Horatius Bonar.