GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK. SEARCHING AFTER GOD. DR. WATTS. My God, I love and I adore : But souls that love would know thee more. Thou Maker of my vital frame, Unveil thy face, pronounce thy name, Which thou hast form'd, thy language hear. Where is thy residence? Oh! why B My longing sense? Thou Great Unknown, Then rest my thoughts; nor longer roam RURAL RECOLLECTIONS. SUNDAY MORNING. Walk to a village church, in the neighbourhood of Oundle. ANON. SWEET blows the breeze at early morn; The dewdrop glistens on the thorn; Come, welcome Sabbath! day of rest, See, peeping through the elm-trees tall, The village church's ivy'd wall; |