22 OCTOBER 1898, Page 24

Be mine his music. "Great and small In wisdom bast

Thou made them all."

Indeed I breathe a blessed air Within this island grown so dear ; Each rushing stream, each flower and tree Attunes my heart to psalmody.

For iron, lo ! He giveth gold; Day follows day ; new dawns unfold New glories in the sea and sky;

I watch the clouds go sailing by ;

I watch the changing shadows fall On brae-side and on mountain wall; The rainbow's curve, the mist that fills The purple hollows of the hills.

And the wild creatures, dear to Him Who made them "good "—white gulls that swim In quiet pools, the browsing sheep,

The red deer couched in I he bracken deep ; I watch them all, and to my eyes

The happy tears unbidden rise.

Dear Lord, who giveth all things birth,