SUNDAY APRIL 6 1851
April Sweet April thou art one of Natures favorite Months one of her choisest companions for when thou dost appear She adorns herself in her richest garments, even as a Bride when her Lover is near. I love thy beautiful flowers their rich Odours Wafted by the breeze are indeed Sweet to me, thou dost Speek Much of thy Creater of our God and Savior. Where is the Man that can look upon thee in thy present beauty and lovely- ness and Say there is no God From the Simple Spear of Grass even we may learn a very useful lesson, as day after day passes away: we See it grow and Some wonder how it grows but See it points to Heaven as if to Say from above I receave all My Strength and thou proud Man who wert Created by that Same power learn of Me to be Meek and lowly. and acnolage him as the giver of every good and perfect gift.