...heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight...where the rocking billows rise and sink, On the chafed ocean's side? There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert...

...heaven» with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight,...brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where tiie rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side? There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy...

...heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way 1 2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. 3 Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows...

...(directed by unerring Wisdom, when the proper time comes round,) and revisit their retreats ; their - plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide...Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chaf 'd ocean aide." But how do the tenants of the sea, the ocean-born animals, the whales, the porpoises,...

...heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight...There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — All day thy wings have fanned, At that...

...heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight,...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-tide ? WOODNOTES....

...heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Soek'st Ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way! Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seck'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river...the rocking billows rise and sink . > On the chafed ocean-side ? 'the bere is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert...

...the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly tha fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...