Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry enjoy'd at home, And Nature, in her cultivated trim Dress'd to his taste, inviting him abroad Can he want occupation who has these.
Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
Hence jarring sectaries may learnTheir real interest to discernThat brother should not war with brother,And worry and devour each otherBut sing and shine by sweet consent,Till life's poor transient night is spent,Respecting in each other's caseThe gifts of nature and of grace.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,Exhilarate the spirit, and restoreThe tone of languid nature.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
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