POETRY.

THE WORSHIP OF NATURE.
"Ttbath beene, as tt were, especially rendered un 10 mee and made plane and leg6le, to my understand yRge, that great worshipp is going on among th' Ihyngs of God. ."-GRALT. The Ocean lOOketh up to Heaven, As 'twere living thing The homage of it's waves is given In ceaseess worshpping. They kneel upon the sloping sand, As bends the human knee,- A beautiful and tireless band,

 The priesthood Ofi sea! They pour the glittering treasures out, Winch in the deep have birth; And chant their awful hymns about The watching hills of Earth. The green earth sends its incense up From every mountain-shrine, From every flower and dewy cup That greeteth the sunshine. The miss are lifted from the rills,

 Like the white wing of prayer, They lean above the ancient hills,

 Asdoing homage there. The forest tops are lowly cast

 Der breezy hill and glen, As if prayerfal spirit passed On nature as on men. The clouds weep Der the fallen world, Even as repentant love; Ere to the blessed breeze unlured

 They fade in light above. The sky is as a temples arch,

 The blue and wavy air Isglorious with the spirit-march

 or messengers of prayer. The gentle moon--the kindling sun . The many stars are given, As shrines to burn Earth's incense on- The altar fire of Heaven! Esser GaseHe. J. c. WHITTIER.