God's Blessings Everywhere.

THERE'S not a bird with lonely nest, In pathless wood or mountain crest, Nor meaner thing which does not share, O God, in thy continual care.

Each barren crag, each desert rude, Holds thee within its solitude; And thou dost bless the wanderer there Who makes his solitary prayer.

In busy mart and crowded street, No less than in the still retreat, Thou, Lord, art near, our souls to bless With all a parent's tenderness.

And every moment still doth bring Thy blessings on its loaded wing Widely they read through earth and sky, And last to all eternity.