NATURAL THEOLOGY.

“Once Cagn was like a father, kind and good,

But He was spoiled by fighting many things;

He wars upon the lions in the wood,

And breaks the Thunder-bird's tremendous wings;

But still we cry to Him,— We are thy brood —

O Cagn, be merciful! and us He brings

To herds of elands, and great store of food,

And in the desert opens water-springs.”

So Qing, King Nqsha's Bushman hunter, spoke,

Beside the camp-fire, by the fountain fair,

When all were weary, and soft clouds of smoke

Were fading, fragrant, in the twilit air:

And suddenly in each man's heart there woke

A pang, a sacred memory of prayer.