All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
    Whose body Nature is, and God the soul;
    That, changed through all, and yet in all the same,
    Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame;
    Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
    Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees;
    Lives through all life, extends through all extent,
    Spreads undivided, operates unspent;
    Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
    As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
    As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
    As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: 
    To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;
    He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.

Pope.

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The right must win.

    Oh, it is hard to work for God,
      To rise and take his part
    Upon this battle-field of earth,
      And not sometimes lose heart!

    Ill masters good; good seems to change
      To ill with greatest ease;
    And, worst of all, the good with good
      Is at cross purposes.

    It is not so, but so it looks;
      And we lose courage then;
    And doubts will come if God hath kept
      His promises to men.

    Workman of God!  Oh lose not heart,
      But learn what God is like;
    And in the darkest battle-field
      Thou shalt know where to strike.

    For right is right, since God is God;
      And right the day must win;
    To doubt would be disloyalty,
      To falter would be sin!

Faber.

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Animated nature.

    Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds,
    But animated nature sweeter still
    To soothe and satisfy the human ear. 
    Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one
    The livelong night:  nor these alone whose notes
    Nice-fingered art must emulate in vain;
    But coying rooks, and kites that swim sublime
    In still repeated circles, screaming loud,
    The jay, the pie, and ev’n the boding owl
    That hails the rising moon, have charms for me. 
    Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh,
    Yet heard in scenes where peace forever reigns,
    And only there, please highly for their sake.

Cowper.

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Animal happiness.

    The heart is hard in nature, and unfit
    For human fellowship, as being void
    Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike
    To love and friendship both, that is not pleased
    With sight of animals enjoying life,
    Nor feels their happiness augment his own. 
    The bounding fawn that darts along the glade
    When none pursues, through mere delight of heart,