...how they grow; and say, " Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flower?, In mingled cloud to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints." I remain, Sir, &c. September, 1828. JAMES HOUSMAN. AET. VII. Remarks and Observations made...

...ye brooks' attune, ye trembling rills— And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound — Ye softer floods, that lead...exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints, Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave to him—- Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart,...

...ye hrooks, attune ; ye tremhling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the...Sound his stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or hids yon roar, or hids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herhs, and fruits, and flowers,...

...catch it, as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that leave the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic...voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. — For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray Russets the...

...short of Omnipotence could have provided such a paradise for man." — Chemical Catechism, chap. 9. " Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun --suits, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints." THOMSON. What an admirable view is here...

...ye tremhling rills; And let me cateh it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profoond ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A seeret world of wonders in thyself; Soond his stopendous praise ; whuse greater voice Or hids you roar,...

...trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound f Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the...flowers In mingled clouds to HIM ; whose sun exalts, Whr^c breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to HIM ! Breathe...

...fall. Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, G In mingled clouds to him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, uud whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to him; Breathe your still song into...

...spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join ; and ardent raise One general song — to HIM I Soft-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled...exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints." But to leave the mountain-tops, first gilded by the sun, and the purer air of the balmy pine...

...ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the...voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts,...