THE BEAUTIES OF NATURE EVANESCENT. O golden fields of bending corn, The reaper-folk, the piled-up sheaves, The sunshine and the very air Seem of old time, and take me there. THE BEAUTIES OF NATURE EVANESCENT. "He hath made every thing beautiful in his time."-Ecclesiastes ini. 11. I PRAISED the earth in beauty seen, I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled O God! O Good beyond compare ! Where Thy redeemed shall dwell with Thee! 143 THE REAPERS. "The harvestman gathereth the com, and reapeth the ears with his arm." Isaiah xvii. 5. Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky. By nameless gentle offices, her toil. At once they stoop, and swell the lusty sheaves ; Fly harmless, to deceive the tedious time, Behind, the master walks, builds up the shocks, |