.': , ' , LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, T S 2,S 65 ®^qt + ;.;.._ duj^rig^i ^xt + Shelf, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Where lives the seer can show us why One egg is plain, the other pye ? And wherefore various colors play In blue or yellow, black or gray ? The outside mark upon the shell Will, kind, foreshadow ; future tell ! But, Who enlinks the quickening bond With Genus-chain to bird beyond ? Jjftom- The atheist should ponder more These hieroglyphic plumes of lore! Right here, with guilty tremor pause And droop in prayer! to Primal Cause. The Creator OF FEATHER AND FOOL BY JOSAMPHILO : A tiny feather blown by chance I nimbly caught, for true advance Before the fool ; to clearly show How little of such things we know. (Authos of othbr Standabd Wobks) DEDICATES THIS, TO HIS DAUGHTEK. From the copyright-holder or booksellers. Price 50 cts. ,;r Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 188 », By J. S. Phillips, 25 State Street, New York, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. f HE $REA.TOF( OF ^Ey\THEF( ^JMD ^OOL. " There is no God!" the fool will cry! And u All is over when we die!" Creation wonders, came by chance ! Composing, rolling forth, askance ! His given-life — a reckless dream Beyond desire to gain esteem From God or man — he takes delight In dubious whispers, youth to blight. EAGLE AND VICTIM. Besotted with profanity He reels on brink of infamy ! Dissatisfied ! without renown ! Alluring giddy mortals down. But wise men find that every thing Almighty confirmations bring! Mid present awe and reverence Some previous Omnipotence! THE CONDOR. 11 The largest star or smallest form, The lightest germ upon the storm, An atom in the general plan, Unfolds a proof of God ! to man. A tiny feather blown by chance I nimbly caught, for right advance Before the fool ; to clearly show How little, of such things, we know. PEACOCK, WITH PESTLE AND MORTAR. 13 "This feather came from peacock's crest," He did, with pride, the fact attest! "We have the bird ! at early dawn His sparkles gleam across the lawn." He does not think of vital laws Provided for effect from cause ! Wherein the brightest minds but spark Degrees of knowledge in the dark. OSTRICH AND SKY-LARK. 15 The blood is one, our doctors trow, Of whitest dove or blackest crow ; But features, eggs, and habits change Throughout creation's feath'ry range. As joyfully the plumage swells In sun's bright rays, each feather tells The Master's omnipresent mark ! From ostrich up to soaring lark. GOLD FINCHES, AND NEST WITH EGGS. 17 The very part whereon it grew Was made expressly feather- true For place ! that graphic signs denote The bird and sex ! The God who wrote. All these appear, but nothing more ! Organic modes we must adore In ignorance ! no mundane man Will ever know the Builder's plan. THE SILVER PHEASANT. 10 From egg to kindred-quill and spot Almighty pen, alone, can dot 1 By living fluid brightly mark Each color of the rainbow's arc ! Through many branches force the blood From heart to plume, preunderstood ! And paint symbolic form and hue Of ev'ry several one, quite true ! THE DOUBLE-SPURRED PEACOCK PHEASANT, OF ASSAM. 21 To cause this circulating pool, Without a compass, scale, or rule, To drop each pigment, as it flows, In single rings, from many boughs ! And regulate the brushes flow That neither branch may errors show ! Precision curves, in lucid trim ! For several times on ev'ry limb ! CHINESE PHEASANTS. One dye or more ! just now and then! And oft, the very same, again ! Commingled violet green and blue's Resplendent iridescent hues! E'en rings in rings, of various tints Or other forms that Genus prints ! The one red ink, a thousand ways Our Mighty Ruler's law obeys ! THRUSH AND BUTTERFLY. 25 Still millions more, of rich attire In Nature's field, we may admire ! As each peculiar living thing, Will novelty and pleasure bring. The gay and gorgeous butterfly With Albion's birds of song can vie ! While vulture and the crocodile Are lurking on the banks of Nile. HUMMING BIRD, MOTH AND TROUT. vt The meek wee-daisy on the lea, Near rhododendron's blooming tree ; Where humming birds regale in flowers As condor o'er the mountain towers. In brook, the trout; at sea, the whale And vaulting porpoise brave the gale ! When flying fish, dry -pinions, lave In pluming crest of storm bred wave. WHERE THE HURRICANE MEETS THE GALE. 29 From petrel's wing to albatross His pencil never lines across ! Exact in all, for near and far ! Here all are well ; there none will jar. Just so, each fervid life was made For right accordant way ! to wade Or swim and dive ! to run or lie! To jump or burrow ! creep or fly ! THE VAMPIRE BAT. 31 In countless types and modes of life Opposed to evolution's strife! As then, they still repeat, lo-day ! Oh list ! the fossils tell us, yea ! Behold our petrified display ! Though some, prime kinds, have sunk away, Transition casts are never found In Nature's rocky-record ground ! THE GREAT HERON. 33 They say that changes would be slow 1 And therefore, many more would show Of "missing links," than real chain ! Withal, the wicked, search in vain From microscopic insect's claw, To peerless power of lion's paw ! From where chameleon changes play, To vast and distant milky-way. THE SPOONBILL. 85 When sons of science dare, to tilt Their points with Him, and daub the gilt : Though allegations made are wrong They sadly retro vert the throng The effect — or first-fine-line of A Is all we know — the cause — or J Jehovah's Alphabet — still lies Eternally beyond, our eyes. THE LYRE BIRDS. 37 The special ornament and mould Of animated things, unfold To us ; still greater mystery Than problems in astronomy. The atheist should ponder more These hieroglyphic plumes of lore Right here, with guilty tremor pause And droop in prayer! to Primal Cause. Those Heavenly orbs are bright and grand ! Their works we dimly understand ! But far more beautiful are these ! They were expressly made to please ! To kindly puzzle proud mankind With subtleties beyond the mind ! To strike with supernatural rod ! And warn the fool, there is a God. COCOON, CATTERPILLAR AND MOTH. DEATH'S HEAD MOTH. And still the skeptics live ! who quiz His wondrous works ! as enemies : So puny scribe of earth is shorn At eve, for pirates' morrow morn ! The service past no more avails, Mankind's ingratitude prevails; The true-blue's bark is castaway And clowns despoil his yesterday.