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The Beauties of Nature.

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The Beauties of Nature. illy EDDIE PARRY, Tycrocs.) Our Creator has been very gracious to us. in granting us dispositions ot varied character. Yet how can we but shed a tear of pity for those poor souls who are naturally of a sullen and despondent disposition, and, being so. are blind to beauty! Readci- if thou art so fallen under the curse, come with me to try and waken the abhorred slumber of thy soul, a nd lift thy incompetent imagination to the topmost pin- nacle of nature. From those stately heights thou wilt gaze down upon her charms in dumb reverence; for, reader, nature is beauti- ful, yea, divinely beautiful. Grasp my hand, lest her beauty (for thou must see it) should stagger thee. Thou art so dead; she is so absorbed in life, thou couldst not hear it. Nature rears her own children, and it is inhuman to fail to love her. Come, friend, I have tarried too long, I take compassion on thee. It is springtime; a lovely morn in April. A fresh early shower has made a faint mirror from the forest path, and in it the peeping sun casts mystic shadows of the frowning clouds; and the trees in their new garb— one which Nature alone can assume—glisten like ghostly apparitions. Ah the sun is gone and with it all is stark and dull like an echo of the transient winter. There it appears again with a smile; see, it plays at hide and seek with Mother Earth, and, reader, what an ideal hiding-place the clouds are Look to thy right, reader, see between the fresh leaves and shy buds, that green meadow yonder. See those innocents playing and frolicking on the greensward; lambs, so gentle and sweet, see them toss and tumble, run and fall. Ah! Yes, I see thee smile; who could not *? It is enough, thou art on the brink of dawn; soon Beauty shall shine on thee in all her glory. Come again, reader, it is summer. Why art thou so dumb? Does the merry song of the lark as it soars far, far above into those dizzy heights, away, away, to that endless sea of blue, arouse a memory in thy heart ? Does the happy twitter of the birds gladden thy soul with fervent joy, which no words can express, no thoughts conceive, as they swerve past to and fro? Or does the scene fill thee with delight The shady glade whence that solitary, slow, silvery stream, meandering in and out, through fairy glens and under shady oaks, falls upon thy sight like a mystic visitor from Paradise' Slowly winding, follow it far, far. beyond, where it disappears into a little nest of hills, which seem to say Enter, fair one, let us keep thee to ourselves." But, reader, look There she lies in the distance like a crystal dragon, with the hills far, far behind. Friend, whose unfortunate gaze has been fated to glance upon these pages, do I not see thee gaze upon the scene with thy eyes over- flowing with gladness? Nature has cast her magic spell over thee; thou art no longer in a world of flesh. Beauty has come and touched thee with her wand. Dream on, the dawn will break upon thy soul. Yes, the spot is quite familiar. Down there on the rocks with the coast rugged and rocky. Yus, I it well. And thou didot never see beauty in the scene, though time after time thou hast been waiting here for hours ever since boyhood?" Ali look once more, reader. Look over those rippling waves, never idle, never tired, always captives, never free. From morn till night they dance and run and dash upon the rocks. See the white crests and the sm-ging billows, now up, now down, tossing and rising for ever. The sky is shadowed and the charm is made more sweet by the calm and stillness around. No ecund breaks upon the sad melody of the listless waves. See the red glare of the fiery ball upon the lovely waters, as it sinks down in the gathering t%\ The sun a golden hue Sinks slowly in the west A sea of gold, with coast of blue, And waves that are at rest. Sweet Nature softly sighing Prepares her couch allying And night her mantle new enfolds, To guard us in our lying. Sweet angels softly flitter Their wings of unseen glitter And moonbeams—sunbeams, kiss "Good- night, And stars smile as they flicker. Darkness creeps, my thoughts they ebb away. I sink, I'm lost, by stealth I'm borne away. Hark how long have we been here, see, the golden glare lias gone, and the mystic waters are charmed by the silvery moon with its shadow dancing upon the restless waves like a thousand myriads. Hear the never ceasing swish of the waves, borne on the wings of the light breezes, soft and low. Oh, earthly Paradise, who can be blind to they beauty? Reader, I see thee tremble. A thought of Nature's God has filled thee with awe. Ah, thou hast seen its beauty-the mighty deep. Can I not see thee hover onwards in thy flight over and over the vast waters, carried by wings unseen; mystic and wonder- ful. And where do thy journeys end? Over the waters, past hills and dales, forests and pbins, mountains and valleys, rivers and seas, and thou wilt find thyself once more, gazing at the scene returned to thy conscious- ness of a real sea, a real land, a real Beauty.

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