the Works of Nature,

the Use of Children.

Mrs. Felicia Hemans.

Now First Published.

Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins. 18271827.


District of Massachusetts, to wit:

Be it remembered, that on the 1827-11-09ninth day of November, A. D.
, and in the fifty-second year of the Independence of the United
States of America
, Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins of the said
district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right
whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit:—

“Hymns on the Works of Nature, for the use of Children. By Mrs.
Felicia Hemans
. Now first published.”

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entitled, “An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the
copies of maps, charts, and books to the authors and proprietors of
such copies, during the times therein mentioned,”
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encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts,
and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the
times therein mentioned;’
and extending the benefits thereof to the
arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints.”

Jno. W. Davis,
Clerk of the District of Massachusetts.

Hilliard, Metcalf, & Company,
Printers to the University.


The following Hymns were written expressly for the use
of Mrs. Hemans’s own children. She has consented to
their publication, in the hope that they may be useful to
others. The editor trusts that they will afford a new
source of gratification to her admirers and friends in this

To the Hymns are added two beautiful little poems
before published, addressed by Mrs. Hemans to her children.

A. N.

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Introductory Verses.

Oh! blest art thou, whose steps may rove

Through the green paths of vale and grove,

Or, leaving all their charms below,

Climb the wild mountain’s airy brow;

And gaze afar o’er cultured plains,

And cities with their stately fanes,

And forests, that beneath thee lie,

And ocean mingling with the sky.

For man can show thee nought so fair,

As Nature’s varied marvels there;

And if thy pure and artless breast

Can feel their grandeur, thou art blest!

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For thee the stream in beauty flows,

For thee the gale of summer blows,

And, in deep glen and wood-walk free,

Voices of joy still breathe for thee.

But happier far, if then thy soul

Can soar to Him who made the whole,

If to thine eye the simplest flower

Portray His bounty and His power.

If, in whate’er is bright or grand,

Thy mind can trace His viewless hand,

If Nature’s music bid thee raise

Thy song of gratitude and praise;

If heaven and earth, with beauty fraught,

Lead to His throne thy raptured thought,

If there thou lov’st His love to read,

Then, wanderer, thou art blest indeed.


on the Works of Nature.

The Rainbow.

“I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a
covenant between me and the earth.”
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Soft falls the mild, reviving shower

From April’s changeful skies,

And rain-drops bend each trembling flower

They tinge with richer dyes.

Soon shall their genial influence call

A thousand buds to day,

Which, waiting but their balmy fall,

In hidden beauty lay.

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E’en now full many a blossom’s bell

With fragrance fills the shade;

And verdure clothes each grassy dell,

In brighter tints arrayed.

But mark! what arch of varied hue

From heaven to earth is bowed?

Haste, ere it vanish, haste to view

The Rainbow in the cloud.

How bright is glory! there behold

The emerald’s verdant rays,

The topaz blends its hue of gold

With the deep ruby’s blaze.

Yet not alone to charm thy sight

Was given the vision fair;—

Gaze on that arch of colored light,

And read God’s mercy there.

It tells us that the mighty deep,

Fast by th’ Eternal chained,

No more o’er earth’s domains shall sweep,

Awful and unrestrained.

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It tells that seasons, heat and cold,

Fixed by his sovereign will,

Shall, in their course, bid man behold

Seed-time and harvest still;

That still the flower shall deck the field,

When vernal zephyrs blow;

That still the vine its fruit shall yield,

When autumn sun-beams glow.

Then, child of that fair earth! which yet

Smiles with each charm endowed,

Bless thou His name, whose mercy set

The Rainbow in the cloud!

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The Sun.

The Sun comes forth;—each mountain height

Glows with a tinge of rosy light,

And flowers, that slumbered through the night,

Their dewy leaves unfold;

A flood of splendor bursts on high,

And ocean’s breast reflects a sky

Of crimson and of gold.

Oh! thou art glorious, orb of day!

Exulting nations hail thy ray,

Creation swells a choral lay,

To welcome thy return;

From thee all nature draws her hues,

Thy beams the insect’s wings suffuse,

And in the diamond burn.

Yet must thou fade;—when earth and heaven

By fire and tempest shall be riven,

Thou, from thy sphere of radiance driven,

Oh Sun! must fall at last;

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Another heaven, another earth,

Far other glory shall have birth,

When all we see is past.

But He, who gave the word of might,

“Let there be light”—and there was light,

Who bade thee chase the gloom of night,

And beam, the world to bless;—

For ever bright, for ever pure,

Alone unchanging shall endure,

The Sun of Righteousness!

16v 12

The Rivers.

Go! trace th’ unnumbered streams, o’er earth

That wind their devious course,

That draw from Alpine heights their birth,

Deep vale, or cavern source.

Some by majestic cities glide,

Proud scenes of man’s renown,

Some lead their solitary tide,

Where pathless forests frown.

Some calmly roll in golden sands,

Where Afric’s deserts lie;

Or spread, to clothe rejoicing lands

With rich fertility.

These bear the bark, whose stately sail

Exulting seems to swell;

While these, scarce rippled by a gale,

Sleep in the lonely dell.

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Yet on, alike, though swift or slow

Their various waves may sweep,

Through cities or through shades they flow

To the same boundless deep.

Oh! thus, whate’er our path of life,

Through sunshine or through gloom,

Through scenes of quiet or of strife,

Its end is still the tomb.

The chief, whose mighty deeds we hail,

The monarch throned on high,

The peasant in his native vale,

All journey on—to die!

But if Thy guardian care, my God!

The pilgrim’s course attend,

I will not fear the dark abode,

To which my footsteps bend.

For thence thine all-redeeming Son,

Who died, the world to save,

In light, in triumph, rose, and won

The victory from the grave!

2 21v 14

The Stars.

“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth
his handy-work.”
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No cloud obscures the summer sky,

The moon in brightness walks on high,

And, set in azure, every star

Shines, like a gem of heaven, afar!

Child of the earth! oh! lift thy glance

To yon bright firmament’s expanse;

The glories of its realm explore,

And gaze, and wonder, and adore!

Doth it not speak to every sense

The marvels of Omnipotence?

Seest thou not there th’ Almighty name,

Inscribed in characters of flame?

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Count o’er those lamps of quenchless light,

That sparkle through the shades of night;

Behold them!—can a mortal boast

To number that celestial host?

Mark well each little star, whose rays

In distant splendor meet thy gaze;

Each is a world by Him sustained,

Who from eternity hath reigned.

Each, shining not for earth alone,

Hath suns and planets of its own,

And beings, whose existence springs,

From Him, th’ all-powerful King of kings.

Haply, those glorious beings know

Nor stain of guilt, nor tear of woe;

But raising still th’ adoring voice,

For ever in their God rejoice.

What then art thou, oh! child of clay!

Amid creation’s grandeur, say?

—E’en as an insect on the breeze,

E’en as a dew-drop, lost in seas!

22v 16

Yet fear thou not!—the sovereign hand,

Which spread the ocean and the land,

And hung the rolling spheres in air,

Hath, e’en for thee, a Father’s care!

Be thou at peace!—th’ all-seeing eye,

Pervading earth, and air, and sky,

The searching glance which none may flee,

Is still, in mercy, turned on thee.

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The Ocean.

“They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great
waters, these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in
the deep.”
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He that in venturous barks hath been

A wanderer on the deep,

Can tell of many an awful scene,

Where storms for ever sweep.

For many a fair, majestic sight

Hath met his wandering eye,

Beneath the streaming northern light,

Or blaze of Indian sky.

Go! ask him of the whirlpool’s roar,

Whose echoing thunder peals

Loud, as if rushed along the shore

An army’s chariot wheels;

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Of icebergs, floating o’er the main,

Or fixed upon the coast,

Like glittering citadel or fane,

’Mid the bright realms of frost;

Of coral rocks, from waves below

In steep ascent that tower,

And fraught with peril, daily grow,

Formed by an insect’s power;

Of sea-fires, which at dead of night

Shine o’er the tides afar,

And make th’ expanse of ocean bright

As heaven, with many a star.

Oh God! thy name they well may praise,

Who to the deep go down,

And trace the wonders of thy ways,

Where rocks and billows frown.

If glorious be that awful deep,

No human power can bind,

What then art Thou, who bidst it keep

Within its bounds confined!

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Let heaven and earth in praise unite,

Eternal praise to Thee,

Whose word can rouse the tempest’s might,

Or still the raging sea!

24v 20

The Thunder Storm.

Deep, fiery clouds o’ercast the sky,

Dead stillness reigns in air,

There is not e’en a breeze, on high

The gossamer to bear.

The woods are hushed, the waves at rest,

The lake is dark and still,

Reflecting, on its shadowy breast,

Each form of rock and hill.

The lime-leaf waves not in the grove,

Nor rose-tree in the bower;

The birds have ceased their songs of love,

Awed by the threatening hour.

’T is noon;—yet nature’s calm profound

Seems as at midnight deep;

—But hark! what peal of awful sound

Breaks on creation’s sleep?

25r 21

The thunder bursts!—its rolling might

Seems the firm hills to shake;

And in terrific splendor bright,

The gathered lightnings break.

Yet fear not, shrink not thou, my child!

Though by the bolt’s descent

Were the tall cliffs in ruins piled,

And the wide forests rent.

Doth not thy God behold thee still,

With all-surveying eye?

Doth not his power all nature fill,

Around, beneath, on high?

Know, hadst thou eagle-pinions free,

To track the realms of air,

Thou couldst not reach a spot where He

Would not be with thee there!

In the wide city’s peopled towers,

On the vast ocean’s plains,

’Midst the deep woodland’s loneliest bowers,

Alike th’ Almighty reigns!

25v 22

Then fear not, though the angry sky

A thousand darts should cast;—

Why should we tremble, e’en to die,

And be with Him at last?

26r 23

The Birds.

“Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them
is forgotten before God.”
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Tribes of the air! whose favored race

May wander through the realms of space,

Free guests of earth and sky;

In form, in plumage, and in song,

What gifts of nature mark your throng

With bright variety!

Nor differ less your forms, your flight,

Your dwellings hid from hostile sight,

And the wild haunts ye love;

Birds of the gentle beak!
The Italians call all singing birds, “Birds of the gentle beak”.
how dear

Your wood-note, to the wanderer’s ear,

In shadowy vale or grove!

26v 24

Far other scenes, remote, sublime,

Where swain or hunter may not climb,

The mountain-eagle seeks;

Alone he reigns, a monarch there,

Scarce will the chamois’ footstep dare

Ascend his Alpine peaks.

Others there are, that make their home

Where the white billows roar and foam,

Around th’ o’erhanging rock;

Fearless they skim the angry wave,

Or sheltered in their sea-beat cave,

The tempest’s fury mock.

Where Afric’s burning realm expands,

The ostrich haunts the desert sands,

Parched by the blaze of day;

The swan, where northern rivers glide,

Through the tall reeds that fringe their tide,

Floats graceful on her way.

The condor, where the Andes tower,

Spreads his broad wing of pride and power,

And many a storm defies;

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Bright in the orient realms of morn,

All beauty’s richest hues adorn

The Bird of Paradise.

Some, amidst India’s grove of palm,

And spicy forests breathing balm,

Weave soft their pendent nest;

Some, deep in western wilds, display

Their fairy form and plumage gay,

In rainbow colors drest.

Others no varied song may pour,

May boast no eagle-plume to soar,

No tints of light may wear;

Yet, know, our Heavenly Father guides

The least of these, and well provides

For each, with tenderest care.

Shall He not then thy guardian be?

Will not his aid extend to thee?

Oh! safely may’st thou rest!—

Trust in his love, and e’en should pain,

Should sorrow tempt thee to complain,

Know, what He wills is best!

3 31v 26

The Sky-Lark.

The Sky-lark, when the dews of morn

Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,

And violets round his nest exhale

Their fragrance on the early gale,

To the first sunbeam spreads his wings,

Buoyant with joy, and soars, and sings.

He rests not on the leafy spray,

To warble his exulting lay,

But high above the morning cloud

Mounts in triumphant freedom proud,

And swells, when nearest to the sky,

His notes of sweetest ecstacy.

Thus, my Creator! thus the more

My spirit’s wing to Thee can soar,

The more she triumphs to behold

Thy love in all thy works unfold,

And bids her hymns of rapture be

Most glad, when rising most to Thee!

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The Nightingale.

When twilight’s grey and pensive hour

Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,

And bids the solitary star

Shine in pale beauty from afar;

When gathering shades the landscape veil,

And peasants seek their village-dale,

And mists from river-wave arise,

And dew in every blossom lies;

When evening’s primrose opes, to shed

Soft fragrance round her grassy bed;

When glow-worms in the wood-walk light

Their lamp, to cheer the traveller’s sight;

At that calm hour, so still, so pale,

Awakes the lonely Nightingale;

And from a hermitage of shade

Fills with her voice the forest-glade.

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And sweeter far that melting voice,

Than all which through the day rejoice;

And still shall bard and wanderer love

The twilight music of the grove.

Father in Heaven! oh! thus when day

With all its cares hath passed away,

And silent hours waft peace on earth,

And hush the louder strains of mirth;

Thus may sweet songs of praise and prayer

To Thee my spirit’s offering bear;

Yon star, my signal, set on high,

For vesper-hymns of piety.

So may thy mercy and thy power

Protect me through the midnight hour;

And balmy sleep and visions blest

Smile on thy servant’s bed of rest.

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The Northern Spring.

When the soft breath of Spring goes forth

Far o’er the mountains of the North,

How soon those wastes of dazzling snow

With life, and bloom, and beauty glow.

Then bursts the verdure of the plains,

Then break the streams from icy chains;

And the glad rein-deer seeks no more

Amidst deep snows his mossy store.

Then the dark pine-wood’s boughs are seen

Arrayed in tints of living green;

And roses, in their brightest dyes,

By Lapland’s founts and lakes arise.

Thus, in a moment, from the gloom

And the cold fetters of the tomb,

Thus shall the blest Redeemer’s voice

Call forth his servants to rejoice.

3* 33v 30

For He, whose word is truth, hath said,

His power to life shall wake the dead,

And summon those he loves, on high,

To “put on immortality!”

Then, all its transient sufferings o’er,

On wings of light, the soul shall soar,

Exulting, to that blest abode,

Where tears of sorrow never flowed.

34r 31

Paraphrase Of Psalm CXLVIII.

“Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise
him in the heights.”

Praise ye the Lord! on every height

Songs to his glory raise!

Ye angel-hosts, ye stars of light,

Join in immortal praise!

Oh! heaven of heavens! let praise far-swelling

From all your orbs be sent!

Join in the strain, ye waters, dwelling

Above the firmament!

For His the word which gave you birth,

And majesty, and might;

Praise to the Highest from the earth,

And let the deeps unite!

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Oh! fire and vapor, hail and snow,

Ye servants of His will!

Oh! stormy winds, that only blow

His mandates to fulfil;

Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise;

Fair cedars of the wood;

Creatures of life, that wing the skies,

Or track the plains for food;

Judges of nations! kings, whose hand

Waves the proud sceptre high!

Oh! youths and virgins of the land,

Oh! age and infancy!

Praise ye His name, to whom alone

All homage should be given;

Whose glory, from th’ eternal throne

Spreads wide o’er earth and heaven!

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To One of the Author’s Children

on His Birth Day, 1825-08-2727 August, 1825.

Thou wak’st from happy sleep to play

With bounding heart, my boy!

Before thee lies a long bright day

Of summer and of joy.

Thou hast no heavy thought or dream

To cloud thy fearless eye;—

Long be it thus—life’s early stream

Should still reflect the sky.

Yet ere the cares of life lie dim

On thy young spirit’s wings,

Now in thy morn forget not Him

From whom each pure thought springs!

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So in the onward vale of tears,

Where’er thy path may be,

When strength hath bowed to evil years—

He will remember thee.

36r 35

To a Younger Child

on a Similar Occasion, 1825-09-1717 September, 1825.

Where sucks the bee now?—Summer is flying;

Leaves on the grass-plot faded are lying;

Violets are gone from the grassy dell,

With the cowslip-cups, where the fairies dwell;

The rose from the garden hath passed away—

Yet happy, fair boy! is thy natal day.

For love bids it welcome, the love which hath

Ever around thee, my gentle child!

Watching thy footsteps, and guarding thy bed,

And pouring out joy on thy sunny head.

Roses may vanish, but this will stay—

Happy and bright is thy natal day.

The End.