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GOD VISIBLE IN HIS WORKS. That drinks its splendor from the light

That flows from mercy's beaming car : T. MOORE.

Thy footstool, Lord, each starry gem Thou art, O God, the life and light, Composes--not thy diadem.

of all this wondrous world we see Its glow by day, its smile by night, And when the radiant orb of light

Are but reflections caught from thee! Hath tipp'd the mountain tops with gold, Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, Smote with the blaze my weary sight And all things fair and bright are thine. Sarinks from the wonders I behold;

That ray of glory bright and fair, When day, with farewell beam delays, Is but thy living shadow there.

Among th' op'ning clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze

Thine is the silent noon of night,
Through golden vistas into heaven; The twilight, eve-the dewy morn;
Those hues that mark the sun's decline, Whate'er is beautiful and bright,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

Thine hands have fashioned to adorn;

Thy glory walks in every sphere,
When night, with wings of stormy gloom, | And all things whisper, "God is here !"

O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume

Is sparkling with a thousand eyes,
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.

THE BENEVOLENCE OF GOD. When youthful spring around us breathes,

Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flow'r the summer wreathes, My God, all nature owns thy sway;

Is born beneath thy kindling eye; Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day;
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, When all thy lov'd creation wakes,
And all things fair and bright are thine. When morning rich in lastre breaks,

And bathes in dew the op'ning flower,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And, when she pours her choral song,

Her melodies to thee belong!

Or when, in paler tints array'd,

The evening slowly spreads her shade ; ABOVE--below-where'er I gaze,

That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, Thy guiding finger, Lord, I view,

Can, more than day's enliv'ning bloom, Traced in the midnight planets' blaze, Still ev'ry fond and vain desire, Or glistening in the morning dew; And calmer, purer thoughts inspire ; Whate'er is beautiful or fair,

From earth the pensive spirit free, Is but thine own reflection there.

And lead tbe soften'd heart to thee.

In every scene thy hands have dress'd. I hear thee in the stormy wind,

In every form by thee impressid, That turns the ocean wave to foam ; Upon the mountain's awful head, Nor less thy wondrous power I find, Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread ; When summer airs around me roam; In every note that swells the gale, The tempest and the calm declare

Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale, Thyself,--for thou art every where.

The cavern's depth or echoing grove,

A voice is heard of praise and love. I find thee in the noon of night,

As o'er thy works the seasons roll, And read thy name in every star

And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul.

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'Tis love that paints the insect quires, With all their gay and gorgeous dyes; 'Tis love the simple birds inspires, And charms in all their melodies.


Nay, ev'ry sight that wins the eye, And ev'ry sound that woos the ear, And ev'ry gale that passes by, Proclaims the hand of love is there.


IMMENSE Creator! whose all-powerful hand Fram'd universal being, and whose eye Saw like thyself, that all things form'd were

good, Where shall the timorous bard thy praise

begin, Where end the purest sacrifice of song, And just thanksgiving? The thought kind

ling light, Thy prime production, darts upon my mind Its vivifying beams, my heart illumines, And fills my soul with gratitude and thee. Hail to the cheerful rays of ruddy morn, That paint the streaky east, and blithesome

rouse The birds, the cattle, and mankind from rest! Hail to the freshness of the early breeze, And Iris dancing on the new-fall’n dew. Without the aid of yonder golden globe,

Lost were the garnet's Justre, lost the lily, | The tulip and auricula's spotted pride;

My God! thy boundles love we praise :
How bright on high its glories blaze-

How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thy eternal throne;
Thro' heaven its joys for ever run,

And o'er the earth they flow.

'T'is love that gilds the vernal rayAdorns the flow'ry robe of May

Perfumes the breathing gale :

Lost were the peacock's plumage; to the sight | The eye's at fault, and seeks th' assisting
So pleasing in its pomp and glossy glow. glass.
O thrice-illustrious! were it not for Thee, Approach and bring from Araby the blest,
Those pansies, that reclining from the bank, The fragrant cassia, frankincense, and myrrh,
View thro' th' immaculate pellucid stream And, meekly kneeling at the altar's foot,
Their portraiture in the inverted heaven, 1 Lay all the tributary incense down.
Might as well change their triple boast, the Stoop, feeble Africa, with rey'rence stoop,

And from thy brow take off the painted The purple, and the gold, that far outvie

plume; The eastern monarchs' garb, ev'n with the With golden ingots all thy camels load dock,

T'adorn his temples, hasten with thy spear Ev'n with the baleful hemlock's irksome Reverted, and thy trusty bow unstrung, green.

While unpursued thy lions roam and roar, Without thy aid, without thy gladsome And ruin'd tow'rs, rude rocks, and caverns beams,

wide The tribe of woodland warblers would Remurmur to the glorious, surly sound. remain

And thou, fair India, whose immense doMote on the bending branches, nor recite main The praise of him, who, ere he formed To counterpoise the hemisphere extends, their lord,

Haste from the West, and with thy fruits Their voices tuned to transport, wing'd and flowers, their flight,

Thy mines and med'cines, wealthy maid And bade them call for nurture, and receive: attend. And lo! they call; the blackbird, and the More than the plenteousness so fam'd to flow thrush,

By fabling bards from Amalthea's born The woodlark, and the redbreast jointly call; Is thine; thine therefore be a portion due He hears, and feeds their feather'd families; Of thanks and praise; come with thy brilHe feeds his sweet musicians:-nor neglects

I liant crown The invoking ravens in the greenwood wide; And vest of fur; and from thy fragrant lap And tho' their throats coarse rattling hurt | | Pomegranates and the rich ananas pour. the ear,

But chiefly thou Europa, seat of Grace They mean it all for music, thanks, and praise And Christian excellence, his goodness own. To him who feeds, who clothes, and who Forth from ten thousand temples pour his adorns,

praise. Who made and who preserves, whatever Clad in the armour of the living God, dwells

Approach, unsheath the Spirit's flaming Jn air, ip sted fast earth, or tickle sea.

sword; O He is good, He is immensely good! Faith's shield, salvation's glory-compass'd Who all things form'd, and form'd them all helm for man;

With fortitude assume, and o'er your heart Who mark'd the climates, varied every zone, Fair truth's invulnerable breast-plate spread; Dispensing all his blessings for the best, Then join the general chorus of all worlds, In order, and in beauty : rise, attend, And let the song of charity begin Arrest, and praise, ye quarters of the world! In strains seraphic, and melodious prayer : Bow down, ye elephants, submissive bow “ O all-sufficient, all-beneficent, To him who made the mite! Tho' Asia's “ Thou God of goodness, and of glory, hear! pride,

Thou, who to lowest minds dost condeYe carry armies on your tower-crowu'd scend, backs,

“ Assuming passions to enforce thy laws, And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to Him “ Adopting jealousy to prove thy love: Who is as great, as perfect, and as good “ Thou who resign'd humility nphold'st In his less striking wonders, till at length "Even as the florist props the drooping rose, “ But quell'st tyrannic pride with peerless | Yet here the brightest seraphs can nu more power,

Than hide their faces, tremble, and adore. “ Even as the tempest rives the stubborn Worms, angels, men, in every different oak:

sphere, “ () all-sufficient, all-beneficent,

Are equal all, for all are nothing here. “ Thou God of goodness, and of glory hear! All nature faints beneath the mighty name, “ Bless all mankind; and bring them in the Which nature's works, thro' all their parts end

proclaim. “ To Heav'n, to Immortality, and Thee." I feel that name my inmost thoughts control,

And breathe an awful stillness thro' my soul;
As by a charm, the waves of grief subside:
Impetuous passion stops the headlong tide:

At thy felt presence all emotions cease, THE FAITHFULNESS OF GOD. And my hush'd spirit finds a sudden peace,

Till every worldly thought within me dies, WORDS WORTH.

And earth's gay pageants vanish from my

eyes; Nor seldom, clad in radiant vest,

Till all my sense is lost in infinite, Deceitfully goes forth the morn;

And one vast object fills my aching sight. Not seldom ev'ning, in the west, Sinks smilingly forsworn.

But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke;

My soul snbmits to wear her wonted yoke ; The smoothest seas will sometimes prove

With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, To the confiding bark untrue;

And mingles with the dross of earth again. And if she trusts the stars above,

But He, our gracious Master, kind, as just, They can be treach'rous too.

Knowing our frame, remembers we are dust :

His spirit ever brooding o'er our mind, The umbrageous bark, in pomp outspread,

Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd, Full oft, when storms the welkin rend,

Marks the young dawn of every virtuous Draws lightning down upon the head

aim, It promis'd to defend.

And fans the smoking flax into a flame.

His ears are open to the softest cry, But thou art true, incarnate Lord !

His grace descends to meet the lifted eye; Who didst vouchsafe for man to die;

He reads the language of a silent tear, Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word

And sighs are incense from a heart sincere. No cbange can falsify.

Such are the vows, the sacrifice I give;

Accept the vow, and bid the suppliant live; I bent before thy gracious throne,

From each terrestrial bondage set me free; And ask'd for peace with suppliant knee;

Still every wish that centers not in thee;
And peace was giv'n-nor peace alone,
But faith, and hope, and ecstacy.

Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets cease,
And point my path to everlasting peace.

If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads By living waters, and thro' fow'ry meads,

When all is smiling, tranquil, and serene, ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.

And vernal beauty paints the flatt'ring BARBAULD.


Oh teach me to elude each latent snare, God of my life! and Author of my days! | And whisper to my sliding heart-Beware! Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise ; | With caution let me hear the syren's voice, And trembling take upon a mortal tongue And doubtful, with a trembling heart reThat hallow'd name to harps of seraphs sung. joice.

If friendless in a vale of tears I stray, 1 In every creature own thy forming power, Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my In each event thy providence adore. way,

Thy hopes shall animate my drovping soul, Still let my steady soul thy goodness see, Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear control. And with strong confidence lay hold on thee; Thus shall ( rest, unmov'd by all alarms, With equal eye my various lot receive, Secure within the temple of thine arms, Resign'd to die, or resolute to live;

From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors Prepar'd to kiss the sceptre, or the rod,

free, While God is seen in all, and all in God. And feel myself omnipotent in thee.

I read his awful name emblazon'd high, { Then, when the last, the closing hour With golden letters on the illumin'd sky: draws nigh, Nor less the mystic characters I see

And earth recedes before my swimming eye ; Wrought in each flow'r, inscrib'd on every When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate tree; :

I stand, and stretch my view to either state; In every leaf that trembles to the breeze, Teach me to quit this transitory scene I hear the voice of God among the trees; With sacred triumph, and a look serene ; With thee in shady solitudes I walk,

Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high, With thee in busy, crowded cities talk, And having lived to thee, in thee to die.


GREAT All in All! I bend in dust before Thee,

Even so veil'd cherubs bend ;-
In calm and still devotion I adore Thee,

All-wise, all-present Friend !
Thou to the earth its emerald robes hast given,

Or curtained it in snow:
And the bright sun, and the soft moon in heaven,

Before Thy presence bow.

Thy power and wisdom spread the map of nature,

That map so fair and bright:
Rear'd the vast arch of heaven-on every creature

Pouring its streams of light.
Thine influence feeds the early spring-rose glowing,

Quickens the teeming sea ;
Thine is the storin thro' the dark forest blowing,

Thine, heaven's soft harmony.

Thine is the beam on ocean's bosom glancing,

Thine is the thunder-cloud :
Thine are the lamps that light our steps, advancing

To the tomb's solitude.
Thou speakest—and all nature's pregnant bosom

Heaves with Thy mighty breath :
Thou frownest-man, even like a frost-nipp'd blossom,

Drops in the lap of death.

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