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There’s not a leaf within the bower, —

There’s not a bird upon the tree, —

There’s not a dewdrop on the flower, —

But bears the impress, Lord, of Thee.

Thy power the varied leaf designed,

And gave the bird its thrilling tone;

Thy hand the dewdrops’ tints combined,

Till like a diamond’s blaze they shone.

Yes, dewdrops, leaves and buds, and all, —

The smallest, like the greatest things, —

The sea’s vast space, the earth’s wide ball,

Alike proclaim Thee, King of kings!

But man alone, to bounteous Heaven,

Thanksgiving’s conscious strains can raise:

To favored man, alone, ’tis given,

To join the angelic choir in praise.