_Nature’s_ self, which is the breath of God, Or His pure Word by miracle revealed. _Wordsworth._ _Nature_, when sprung thy glorious frame? --My Maker called me, and I came. _J. Montgomery._ Live thou with God in _Nature_: never falter In thy communings with Him. Be Like those blest birds we read of in the Psalter, Who found a borne from peril free In God’s own house, and nestled near His altar, Making it ring with melody. That temple stands no more, But _Nature_ standeth still; God’s holy presence Abideth with us, and the offering Of thankful joy to Him whose perfect essence Is perfect love, our glowing lips may bring, Till this brief life is o’er; And in a brighter, better, Our spirits know no fetter. _Bethune._ Never have the works of _Nature_ Yet to mortal man revealed, How his much offended Maker May to him be reconciled. Flower, nor tree, nor rock, nor mountain, Ever yet have showed the way, Ever told him of a Fountain That could wash his guilt away. Man could never yet discover, From the sky, the earth, the sea, When his days on earth are over, Where or what his state should be. But the page of inspiration Casts a light upon the whole, Bringing peace and consolation To the never-dying soul. _Alexander Letham._ NIGHT. Day unto day uttereth speech, and _night_ unto _night_ showeth knowledge.--Psalm xix. 2. Thou makest darkness, and it is _night_.--Psalm civ. 20. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the _night_ shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from Thee; but the _night_ shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to Thee.--Psalm cxxxix. 11, 12.