Benjamin Stillingfleet

Each moss,Each shell, each drawling insect, holds a rankImportant in the plan of Him who fram’dThis scale of beings; holds a rack which, lostWould break the chain, and leave behind a gapWhich Nature’s self would rue.

“Each moss,Each shell, each drawling insect, holds a rankImportant in the plan of Him who fram’dThis scale of beings; holds a rack which, lostWould break … Read More