SUBMISSION AND OPPOSITION. 63

SUBMISSION AND OPPOSITION.

“ The Lord our God is full of might,
The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in his heavenly height
The rolling sun stands still.

Howl, winds of night, your force combine :
Without his high behest,

Ye shall not in the mountain pine
Disturb the sparrow’s nest.

His voice snblime is heard afar ;
In distant peals it dies ;

He yokes the whirlwinds to His car,
And sweeps the howling skies,

Ye nations bend—in rev'rence bend—
Ye monarchs wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate the God.”
H. K. Wurrs,

THE next day, I remember, was extremely warm, yet
we wandered farther than we usually did; so when we
were wending our way homeward in the afternoon, we
felt very tired. Grandfather’s cottage, and the trees
about it, looked delightfully fresh and cool to us, who
were toiling along the dusty road. We said to one ano-
ther, How nice it would be to lie on the soft grass while