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NATURE'S HALLELUJAH

By 2.
IRENE EAJEROME
AUTHOR AND DESIGNER OF “ONE YEAR’s SKETCH-Book,” “THE MEssage of THE BLUE BIRD,” Etc.
FNGRAVED AND PRINTED UNDER THE DIRECTION OF GEORGE 7. ANDREW
B O S T ON
L E E AND SH E PAR D, PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK .*
CHARLES T. DILLINGHAM
1887
The Publishers gratefully acknowledge favors conferred by Messrs.
The Century Company, Houghton, Mifflin, and Company, and Roberts Brothers,
in allowing the insertion of selections from their copyrighted works,
COPYRIGHT, 1886,
By L E E AND SHE PA R D.
All rights reserved.
NATURE'S HALLELUJAII.

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AR up in the strength of the hills the Ice-King ruled. He had sent forth from time to time his
F subjects, each with their retinue of warlike days.
Quiet December, full of stolid strength, cold, bitter January, boisterous February, and wild, dashing March,
had gone forth at his bidding, with the North wind, the East wind, flying snow, and driving blast. They
had swept through the valleys.
Over the ice-bound river, their victim now in chains, over the shrouded, slumbering lake, storm-bent
forests, and wind-swept pastures. -
Over villages and cities, where poverty struggled in vain to keep its little children from this bitter battle
with the elements. They had returned, again and again, rejoicing in wild triumph, to their mountain fastness.
The Ice-King ruled. And yet his reign was always brief. Far back, since the evening and the
morning of the “third day,” had the struggle been going on, vanquished and victor, successive battles,
but successive triumphs, when gay, glad April laughed down from the very summit of the rocky battlements,
in the stronghold of the enemies' Country. -
Up in a little mountain town in the heart of New Hampshire the winter had been a long one, and to no
one in all that quiet village had the days gone more slowly than to the four little children in the white parson-
age, under the shadow of the great mountain citadel,-Paul, Birdie, little Bernard, and baby Irene, latest from
Heaven.
There were many merry days. The Christmas joys, and daily excursions out into the Frost-Country,
while baby watched and waited for them, looking with Solemn wonderment out at the great white world.
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But these three oldest little pilgrims had remembrance, in their past journeys, of wonderful summers in
that North country; of days all too short for the joy and beauty that filled them, = days running over
with golden Sunshine.
And now every night, when the sun went down early behind the mountain, and the cold strengthened,
and the wild wind shook the casement, the voices of the children were heard, coming from the depths of
downy blankets: “Oh, dear, will the winter never be over?” “Do you suppose the birds are talking
of coming North 2" “How long till the first dandelion ?” While blue-eyed Irene turns over drowsily in
her bed, saying: “Me want to see the boo violets.”
One morning there was commotion in the apple-tree under the window. The Chick-a-dee family had
received letters from their southern cousins, Bluebird, Bobolink, Robin, and Wood Thrush. And there was
great chattering as they put their heads together Over the note.
Our little home Bird, up in the parsonage window, heard it read, and this, she told Bernard, was the
message of the Southern Cousins : —
DEAR COUSIN CHICK–A–DEE : —
We would like to have our first rehearsal at Tree-top Village, in the early part of April. Will you please send us word by post-
man Steady Breeze, if you think it will be warm enough.
(Signed) ROBERT OF LINCOLN, Bazza Master.
Paul, Birdie, and Bernard waited and watched all that day; but they saw nothing. The next morning,
however, Steady Breeze hurried past the house. Birdie heard him go, and sprang to the window, and saw
him vanish around the Corner of the piazza. His hands were full, - it may have been with Snow-flakes,
but they looked like postal-cards, to be left all the way down, among the family circle, through Georgia,
Alabama, and Florida. *
Now every day there are expectant little hearts in the parsonage, and blue eyes and brown eyes watch
for the coming Spring.
Every morning they look from the eastern window at the wintry landscape. There are clumps of white
birches shivering together near the house; then beyond, snowy field after snowy field, unbroken in their
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whiteness; then, the Androscoggin, waiting for the resurrection note; while shutting in the far beyond from
the eyes of the children are the Gilead hills, with the slow-rising sun reluctantly saying, “Good-Morning !”
And from the western windows, at evening, brown eyes and blue look out upon the weather-beaten
apple-trees, side-hill, and pasture, — a comfortless pasture now for old Brindle, - with its snowy boundary line
of drifted fences, hardly giving a foothold to the Chick-a-dee.
Then on beyond, where dark pine forests girdle the hills, and still beyond, above all, stern, majestic
Madison and Adams, with far-away Washington looking down at the little children; while the sleepy Sun,
hurrying to bed, even before the babies, says, “Good-Evening !”
But day by day these window-pictures change. The dainty fingers of the birch and willow put on a
different covering. In the snowy fields there are bits of russet-brown, a tempting little oasis for the violet
and anemone to hold a picnic. The first far-away note of Gabriel's trumpet has been heard, and the surface
of the river, the blood of the earth, is breaking. Cakes of ice float and clash against each other in the clear,
dark blue water.
The boundary line of the fields is more distinctly marked. The monarch mountains still howl in the
north wind, “No surrender.” But the foot-hills, out-stations, and bulwarks have heard the voice of “April
coming up the hill,” and yield to the victor.
The sun comes earlier, and stays longer, Smiling cheerfully down at the children; “It isn't such a bad
world to be in, after all. I guess we won't go to bed quite So early.”
The days now follow each other rapidly, and soon the snow has all gone from the valleys, though the
mountains are still snow-crowned, for April's march is a slow one in this northern world.
But the children are out now in the conquered country, counting the green blades coming up through
the dull brown, while all around are fresh evidences that April's followers are going to occupy the land.
Every day they would come upon little clusters of birds, sitting talking together, upon bushes and
fence-tops, and they would flit hurriedly away upon the children's approach, as if the arrangements were not
yet completed, and there was a lesson to be learned, in high notes, from the whistling March wind, or
some window to be thrown open in the great Cathedral.
But how a single note from these new-comers peoples the field ! They are no longer the same woods
and fields that they were. It is as Thoreau says: “This note really quickens what was dead. It seems
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to put life into the withered grass and leaves and bare twigs, and henceforth the days shall not be as
they have been. It is as when a family, your neighbors, return to an empty house after a long absence,
and you hear the cheerful hum of voices, and the laughter of children, and see the smoke from the kitchen
fire. The doors are thrown open, and children go screaming through the halls. So the flicker dashes
through the aisles of the grove, throws up a window here, and cackles out of it, and then there, airing
the house. He makes his voice ring upstairs and downstairs; and so, as it were, fits it for his habitation
and Ours, and takes possession. It is as good as a house-warming to all nature.”
One morning when there had been many days of gladsome weather, Paul, Birdie, with Bernard and
little Irene, ran down the hill from the house with glad, glad shouts. This was to be a whole day in
the sunshine, a whole day in Wonderland.
“Where shall we go first, Paul ?” said Birdie.
“Let us follow the meadow.brook down to the woods,” Paul answered. And so these four little
children, none of them having travelled yet far from Heaven, nor been long on the road, wandered along
the banks of the brook towards the distant woods. Baby Irene trudged along behind, with her hands full
of her loved “boo boo violets,” that had opened their eyes for her that very morning.
“Wait a minute, Birdie,” said Bernard; “I think the brook is saying Something.”
And dear little Bernard bent his thoughtful face towards the gently murmuring brook. The others
paused to listen. -
First there was only the usual low-voiced ripple, with an occasional little chatter as it met and passed
the stones. - - -
But underneath there is another voice. “I can almost hear it,” Bernard says. “Now it is clearer.”
Meadow-brook speaks to the blossoms : —
“O all ye green things, things upon the earth, bless ye the Lord ; praise him and magnify him forever!"
And bending Violet, Wind-flower, and Innocents Softly respond : — .
“O ye waters that be above the firmament, bless ye the Lord; praise him and magnify him forever !”
The Harebell rings its tiny joy-bells : —
“O be joyful in the Lord, all ye lands; serve the Lord with gladness, and come before his presence
with a song !” - -
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With clasped hands the children listen. They are at the very gate of Nature's Hallelujah! From far
beyond and all around comes the universal chorus. -
The distant trees sing to the accompaniment of the wind-harp : —
“O all ye winds of God, bless ye the Lord; praise him and magnify him forever, stormy wind
fulfilling his word l’
And the wind-harp, touching its strings lightly, answers : —
“For the Lord is a great God and a great King above all gods !”
The far-off mountains whisper to the low-hanging clouds : —
“O ye lightnings and clouds, bless ye the Lord ; praise him and magnify him forever !”
And the great, fleecy clouds reply : — -
“O ye mountains and hills, bless ye the Lord; praise him and magnify him forever, for the strength
of the hills is his also l’
Then away far off the deep bass of the Ocean Sounds : —
“The sea is his and he made it; and his hands formed the dry land. Oh, worship the Lord in the
beauty of holiness; let the whole earth stand in awe of him ; for he cometh, for he cometh to judge the
earth; and with righteousness to judge the world, and the people with his truth !”
And the sea-gull bears the refrain far inland : — - .
“We praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the
Father everlasting !”
And back again in the inland meadows the gay-voiced bird and the yellow-coated bee join the great
harmony: — ''.
“Praise ye the Lord ' " “The Lord's name be praised l’
But a special voice comes to the listening, waiting children : — -
“O ye children of men, bless ye the Lord; praise him and magnify him forever | Suffer little children
and forbid them not, to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.” &
And thus, all day long and through the days to come, the myriad harmonies answer and re-echo over
land and sea, field, valley, and mountain. From tree-top to tree-top is heard the warble, the gush, the
tinkle, the pipe, the peep, the trill, the ripple. -
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Little fishes run gladly up the brooks towards the sources. Little brooks, from the snows melting upon
the mountains, run down the hills in a hundred unexpected places, “every rill a channel for the juices of
the meadow.”
The Sparkle of the river is like a river celestial from the throne of God; and, looking towards the
mountains, we see them no longer snow-crowned, but, with Victor April, enthroned in golden light.
Oh, the gladness of this spring world ! The winter of darkness and struggle was long ; but now how all
Nature laughs “Laughs till the tears trickle as she shakes her raven-black tresses over the conquered,
broken ice; laughs wildly as she storms over the floods. ‘Ye thought me dead, she says, and behold
I live l’ April for me, storms and battle, floods and strength, breaking powers and falling prisons;
death of ice-cold tyranny, and birth of life's warm liberty; growth and the crowning victory of the
New | - . -
“Poor Ice poor Tyranny poor Sin Strength broken, drowned in the tumultuous joy of the New.
Ye had to vanish before Nature's great April law.” -
All over the world the great battle is going on in every human heart. Every day brings hours full
of trial, of temptation, and of danger. But every battle won, every trial bravely suffered, every temptation
put behind us, every danger safely past, are each new notes that we are learning for the Great Hallelujah,
new causes for rejoicing now among God's angels, and by and by in our own spring time. “For the ice-
prison of sin must fall, the chains break; we, too, shall cast off Winter's tyranny, and stand in Spring's free
purity; in Summer's strength and fruitfulness; in God's everlasting sunshine.”
IRENE E. JEROME.
CHICAGO, Spring, I 886.
32nteret into the Great #allelujah, ſīlap 28, 1886, Chen. (T. 3rrome, 4}aul, 13troit, and little 36ermart.
%int then ging the mem gong, unto #im that jatj retiremely ug to Öot by #ig bloon. 33ſegging amb honor, amn glorg, amb
pomer, he untſ, #im that gitteti, upon the throne, and unto the 3|amb foreber amb curr. #allelujah, ſhallelujah, 3Imrm
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from Öew'ſ morn to stºry night º
ſt iros Sing 5uſeet and strong .
ñºf the rºoie ºr sky is filled with light
ſhot the 02WS CNſ'é fair A70 long.
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C)09ſ as the elſening shooes preſel
* The moon tº es up the Jonorous tole
_ſ\no nightly to the listening eartſ
º the story of her ºrth
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| hº long mont120 molſº that sleep ot
} Anó ºnce in the light of the mystºm
Juno the Sunshiny ºutterflies
come 6 no go -
1 ke beautiful tho ughts moving to ~10
no no & Joºſe ºf their busy wing: 2.
13 wknownto the Spirir hormoſeth all ſºngſ º
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Fºr ſe groce of the ſending gro SSE5.
ſº flush of the Oown-liisky.
- ſº scent that lingers aſſo posses
When the loiteringuino goes by
fºre gushes eno hints of sweetness.
* from the unseen Oeeps ejºr- *
The foom-toge of ſevens completenesſ
Swept outwºre through flower one stor
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Yº ſo the ſºthomless blue oboſe,
º *~ The creatures of Ó00 are ºpieſ -
|11 the worm tº of their Sumner love.
ſhe infinite ºiss f Nature
1 feelin every Vein, \ ^
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ºvºgloud, Obiro in the tree
º, Ohird sing out in the sky. - -
Ano honey ſees lºcken the cloſer 600 fº
|here are none of W00. gloo as [. N º | º [..." .."
* f Chhu the world is jºir, is joir º lead us to His side.
' ' Ano on, out the world is sweet
1 will out in the gold of the blossoming mold
Puno sit at the Master's feet
mö the love my neart would speek
I will ſolo in the lily's ºrim
1ºt the lips of the blossoms more pure ono meek.
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her sing in the ſedgerouſ green 0 fºrusſº
Q Skylark sing in the blue
Singloud), sing clear, that the King mey heap
Anó my sou. Shell sing with you
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E. His merriment Shines in the oimpling lines
! ſº uſrinkle his ſolº repose; | ||
He leſs himse f town of the ſect pſ º S0). || ||
no Sºkºs ºſ over with glee º Nºſ.
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UA All new in love as one might know–
º Deliriously trilling.
ſº Aſſow the world enchante0 them.
Vé ſey ſuffereoflooted flºunted hy,
CŞet clinging jeet on stelk or stgryu,
no sent poula Oes into the sky
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Šummer is fairly begun. ~
ſåear to the meadow the hymn of the pines,
AM) the echothal rings whe pe the Waterfall shiº
fun little rivulet, run
un, little rivulet, run
- Corry the perſume ſou won
ſº the lily that woke when the morning was gray
10 the white woºting moonbeam asleep on the boy
ful little rivulet, run.
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ing soft singlowſ our lowland river
under ſhy Konks ºf Aurel bloom -
<^60ſly and Sweetes the hour beseemetſ. /
Sing us the songs of peace &nd home. 1 ſº YOU". Høſtºſ of
fºrmºus the airs oſſils and forests, ſº [] . .
1ſt sweeterome of ºrth eno pine sº-ANſy Gºº
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John Ö w)Wittle Y”.
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Agrono Sweet lullºy.
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ſº Obell proclaim the hour. ſº * , a
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Ano seiðNot yet mºietie
ſºngſellowſ
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ummer ºceanºuſ miss ſee Miss. Vº
Miss he music of thy ripple, Miss.fhy sorroſsº
Summer ocean houſ ſſ miss thee, as along thy Trºng
Or, as here [sit eno watch thee in thy mogos of endless change –
* Mºſul moods of morning geoness, Musing moºs of sunset soones.
When the oying winds ceress ſhee, end the sinking surgeoms Kiss ſhee,
Aft) the crimson cloudlets press'ſſee, and all netwºre seems to ſoless +hee
ummer ocean. How ITU miss ſhee.— Miss the wonders of hy Shore,
\- Miss the magic of thy granoeur Jhen {he See, shell be no more."
77 Horºtius [3onar.










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as Keepsakes of
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| the perfect good.
Anº felt the simple living
| wes divine.
foretic Nºsenſºrs.
























oulê you moke the rose ºuts iſos
Vouſ ſo be a ſout) fore/es_
from the scoges wºuering tips
ſº the Oculº peer Oroºneſee:
Coulo you make the sunrise hour
for a lifetime overbroº V0%
Could you chong the years full Oowſer
ſº its first jºint promise—would you
ºn ºne cup we quoff
fresh from sunny jounts 9 morning
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º Welcome without ºne Thought must shºe ent sun the soul
ſtſ life's Clºne ſees the guest With its glorious mutations,
1 ingering on with thirst unsatoo) KJºry life-songiso whole
inos e later orought the best: - ºr Sweeter for ig Jºrietions.
Mºº- when thou host wouteo). Z Wherefºre with your ºliss at Sº riſe }
ſwós an ºngºl that withstood Jov
Could you choºnge your perfect iſ:
for a creen of living – JouTO you
& Cº Lucy Lercow,

[A no loo, greet multitude which no mon
W could number ofel netions &nd fºrceſ
ano people end tângues stood before the throne,
one before the Lamºclothed with white cohes
ano palms in their hºnos
Ano cried with a ſout) Jorce, Soying. Šaldeſtron
to our 600 which siteth upºn the throne
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