Bulletin of the American Bureau of Geography, Volume 1

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American Bureau of Geography, 1900
 

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Page 118 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky. And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as...
Page 119 - Only grew and waved its wild sweet way, — No one came to note it day by day. Earth, one time, put on a frolic mood, Heaved the rocks and changed the mighty motion Of the deep, strong currents of the ocean; Moved the plain and shook the haughty wood, Crushed the little fern in soft moist clay, Covered it, and hid it safe away.
Page 118 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; Forever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
Page 119 - Oh the agony, oh life's bitter cost, Since that useless little fern was lost ! Useless ! Lost ! There came a thoughtful man Searching Nature's secrets, far and deep; From a fissure in a rocky steep He withdrew a stone, o'er which there ran Fairy pencillings, a quaint design, Veinings, leafage, fibres clear and fine, And the fern's life lay in every line ! So, I think, God hides some souls away, Sweetly to surprise us the last day.
Page 119 - But no foot of man e'er trod that way; Earth was young and keeping holiday. Monster fishes swam the silent main, Stately forests waved their giant branches, Mountains hurled their snowy avalanches, Mammoth creatures stalked across the plain ; Nature...
Page 119 - In a valley, centuries ago, Grew a little fern-leaf, green and slender, Veining delicate and fibres tender ; Waving when the wind crept down so low ; Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it, Playful sunbeams darted in and found it, Drops of dew stole in by night, and crowned it, But no foot of man e'er trod that way ; Earth was young and keeping holiday.
Page 118 - What tho' nor real voice nor sound. Amid their radiant orbs be found ! In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing as they shine, " The hand that made us is Divine.
Page 122 - I sent my Soul through the Invisible Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered, "I Myself am Heaven and Hell.
Page 67 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

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