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The cross of Christ is ay before bis eyes.
son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved, hecause he said unto him the third time, .Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things, thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed mv sheep." Joun, *xi. 15.—17.
In sunny showers, that scarcely fill the folds
Sweet is the sunny nook, to which my steps Have brought me, hardly conscious where I
roam'd, Unheeding where,—so lovely, all around, The works of God, array'd in vernal smile!
Oft at this season musing I prolong My devious range, till, sunk from view, the sun Emblaze, with upward-slanting ray, the breast And wing unquiv'ring of the wheeling lark, G
Descending vocal from her latest flight,
SUMMER SABBATH WALK.
.delightful is this loneliness; it calms
Save when the wren flits from her down-cov'd
nest, And from the root-sprigs trills her ditty clear,— The grasshopper's oft-pausing chirp,—the buzz, Angrily shrill, of moss-entangled bee, That soon as loos'd booms with full twang away,— The sudden rushing of the minnow shoal Scar'd from the shallows by my passing tread. Dimpling the water glides, with here and there A glossy fly, skimming in circlets gay The treacherous surface, while the quick-eyed
trout Watches his time to spring; or from above, Some feather'd dam, purveying 'mong the boughs, Darts from her perch, and to her plumeless brood Bears off the prize.—Sad emblem of man's lot! He, giddy insect, from his native leaf,