FOR THE LTcHFIELD ENQUIRER. VOICE OF THE WIND.
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'F F"s FOR THE LrTcHFIELD ENQUIRER. VOICE OF THE WIND. 1t comes! the chilling wintry blast, Like battling hosts it rusheth past, Nor stays it on its fierce career, For widows moan. or orphans tear. And why, o winds! come ye in wrath Why on your cheerless, trackless path, Do ye bring terror and dismay!

 Cold winds, what power do ye obey? A chilling voice from the strong gust Comes forth. He, who from earthly dust Created thee to live and die-

 He issu'd forth command on high. And then went forth upon the air A swift and mighty spirit; where The tempest drives the foaraing tides Along-there the wind-spirit rides. The gentle breeze which summer brings, 1s but breathing from his wings; The whirlwinds rush, the low winds sigh Is but His presence iourneying by. And every wing its errand hath

 Ofimport deep to its one path

 Its teachings mortal are from Him. Who sits enthroned 'mong seraphim! Plymouth, ls42. Ror.