See how na-ture now re-joices
In this sun-ny month of May;
Still to God from all its voices
Giv-ing prais-es day by day.
In the glad green wood-land al-leys
Ev-e-ry bird its an-them trills!
While flocks feed-ing in the val-leys,
Herds up-on a thou-sand hills,
Join with ev-ery crea-ture liv-ing,
Here on land, in air, or sea,
In one great world-wide thanks-giv-ing,
Yield-ing praise, O God, to Thee!
All a-round us swells the cho-rus
From this good-ly world of ours,
And earth's al-tar stands be-fore us
Sweet with in-cense from her flow-ers.
So, with Na-ture still con-fess-ing
His great good-ness, let us pay
Grate-ful hom-age for each bless-ing
Of this sun-ny month of May.
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[Illustration: LOST LABOUR.]
[Illustration: The sa-cred I-bis, we are told,
The E-gyp-tians much re-vered of old]
[Illustration: The I-gua-na's flesh is sweet and good;
It haunts the riv-er and the wood.]
[Illustration: On hin-der legs and tail so strong,
The slim Jer-boa bounds a-long.]
[Illustration: A row of prick-les, long and keen,
On the John-Do-ry's back is seen.]
[Illustration: WASHING MY CHILDREN.]
[Illustration: TAKING CARE OF BABY]
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