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ARRANGEMENT OF SUBJECTS.
His Being and Perfections
Beauties and Glories of
Mysterious, kind, and universal
The Seasons of the Year
Adam and Eve
Evil Passions, &c. ....
The value and truth of the Scriptures
The Holy Spirit
Christian Life, graces and privilege ..
Pestilence and Earthquake
Elegies and Epitaphs ....
Nature and Influence of Time
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THE BEING OF GOD. | Presumptuous wretch, thyself survey,
That lesser fabric scand;
Tell me from whence th' immortal dust, I sing of God the mighty source
The god--the reptile man?
Where wast thou when this teeming earth
When stars exulting sang the morn, Commences, reigns, and ends.
And hail'd the new-born day?
He moulded in his palm the world, | Thy captious reasonings can destroy
The truth that fills my heart with joy?
Vain sophist : see what forms arise Let us make man!--With beauty clad, Enrob'd in light before thine eyes; And health in ev'ry vein;
Mark how the vivid planets roll, And reason thron'd upon his brow,
In order fix'd from pole to pole; Stepp'd forth majestic man.
Led by the moon, whose silver beam,
Trembles in beauty o'er the stream.
The sun, refulgent orb of day,
When he reveals the fields, the wood,
Or flames across the ocean flood; Ye hills and vales, ye meads and woods, But when he sinks behind the hills, Bright sun, and glitt'ring stars,
And chaos-gloom creation fills, Fair creatures, tell me, if you can,
Whose voice shall bid the monarch rise, From whence, and what I am ?
And rule again these azure skies?
His that awakes the ruddy morn, What parent power, all great and good, Unveils the light, and worlds are born.
Do these around me own? Tell me, creation, tell me how
Great Source of light, and life, and love, T'adore the vast unknown.
For me Thou bid'st the seasons move;
The streams their limpid waters yield; FROM THE FRENCH OF ASSELIN.
The morning light, the evening shade,
For me alternate rise and fade :
O let thy praise my lips employ.
My spirit would thy wonders trace
Thro' yonder ether-realms of space;
Beyond these transitory things.
To vaster worlds, to brighter day!
And see thy face, Creator, God !
The crystal vault--the verdant plain-
The sea--the storm's tempestuous rage, Madly reject the evidence,
My wond'ring, raptur'd soul engage :
But chiefly man-majestic man!
Who gave him birth? who fram'd his soul?
What does the universe control? What dost thou, Infidel, propose ?
Fate? chance? caprice?-away with these, What is thy aim ? dost thou suppose | And give the Omnipotent the praise !