Be fruitful, multiply, and fill the earth; Delighted ; and with frequent intercourse
Subdue it, and throughout dominion bold Thither will send his winged messengers
Over fish of the sea, and fowl of the air, On errands of supernal grace.
And every living thing that moves on the

Earth.
Wherever thus created, for no place
Is yet distinct by name, thence, as thou

know'st, He brought thee into this delicious grove, 1 THE WORKS OF GOD PRAISING This garden, planted with the trees of God,

HIM.
Delectable both to behold and taste ;
And freely all their pleasant fruit for food

BOWRING.
Gave thee; all sorts are here that all the
Earth yields,

SING thy Creator's praise, and own
Variety without end; but of the tree, Him greatest--wisest-Gud alone.
Which, tasted, works knowledge of good He wraps himself in robes of light,
and evil,

And, clothed in garments pure and bright Thou may'st not; in the day thou eat'st, Of honor and of majesty, thou diest;

He makes the skies His canopy.
Death is the penalty imposed ; beware,
And govern well thy appetite ; lest Sin The pillars of His temple are
Surprise thee,and her black attendant Death. Built on the ocean; and his car,

The clouds of heaven. Th' Eternal Mind
Here finish'd he, and all that he had made Rides on the pinions of the wind :
View'd, and behold all was entirely good; A thousand spirits wait His will,
So even and morn accomplish'd the sixth And, touch'd with fire, his word fulfil.

day; Yet not till the Creator from his work Thou reard'st the universe sublime Desisting, though unwearied, up return'd, On arches of unshaken timeUp to the Heaven of Heavens, his bigh And wrap'dst this vast terraqueous globe abode;

With the deep waters as a robeThence to behold this new created world, And bad'st the eternal hills sustain The addition of his empire, how it show'd The o'erhanging pregnant clouds of rain. In prospect from his throne, how good, how fair,

At Thy decree the waters fallAnswering his great idea. Up he rode They hasten at Thy thunder's call; Follow'd with acclamation, and the sound | Down from the rocky height they gosh, Symphonious of ten thousand harps, that And thru the thirsty valleys rush tuned

On to the vast receptacle, Angelic harmonies: the earth, the air Where Thou hast bid the waters dwell. Resounded (thou remember’st, fof thou heards't,)

There hast Thou girt them with a shore, The heavens and all the constellations ring; That they may food the earth no more: The planets in their station listening stood, While thousand and ten thousand rills, Wbile the bright pomp ascended jubilant. Wand'ring among the mazy bills, Open, ye everlasting gates ! they sung, | Fresh from their sparkling fountain burst, Open, ye Heavens! your living doors; let in Where the wild asses quench their thirst. The great Creator from his work return'd Magnificent, bis six days work, a World; 'Tis there, along the streamlet's side, Open, and henceforth oft; for God will The winged fowls of heaven abide ; deign

Among the waving boughs they sing, To visit oft the dwellings of just men, | That overhang the crystal spring:

Methinks thon piercest it As with a wedge; but when I look again It seems thy own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from Eternity! O dread and silent form! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to my bodily eye, Didst vanish from my thought. Entranc'd in prayer I worshipp'd the Invisible alone. Yet thou mean time wert working on my soul, E'en like some deep enchanting melody, So sweet we know not we are list'ning to it. But I awake, and with a busier mind And active will self-conscious offer now, Not as before involuntary prayer, And passive adoration! Hand and voice Awake, awake, and thou my heart awake! Awake ye rocks, ye forest pines awake! Green fields and icy cliffs all join my hymn ! And thon, O silent mountain, sole and bare, O blacker than the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink, Companion of the morning star at dawn, Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-berald ! wake, 0 wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth? Who fill'd thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee father of perpetual beams? And you, ye five wild torrents, fiercely glad, Who called you forth from night and utter death, From darkness set you loose, and icy dens Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks For ever shattered and the same for ever! Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded and the silence came, “ Here shall the billows stiffen and have rest ?" Ye icy falls, ye that from dizzy heights Adown enormous ravines steeply slope, Torrents methinks that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amidst their maddest plunge : Motionless torrents, silent cataracts ! Who made yon glorious as the gate of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who with lovely flowers or living blue spread garlands at your feet? God! God! the torrents like a shout of nations Utter. The ice-plain bursts and answers, God! God ! sing the meadow-streams with gladsome voice, And pine-groves with their soft and soul-like sound. The silent snow.mass loosening, thunders, God!

Ye dreadless flowers, that fringe the eternal frost,
Ye wild goats, bounding by the eagle's nest,
Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-blast,
Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds,
Ye signs and wonders of the elements,
Utter forth God, and fill the bills with praise !
And thou ! O silent form, alone and bare,
Whom as I lift again my head bow'd low
In adoration, I again behold,
And to thy summit upward from thy base
Sweep slowly by dim eyes suffused by tears,
Awake thou mountain-form : rise like a cloud,
Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth;
Thou kingly spirit thron'd among the hills !
Thou dread ambassador from earth to heav'n,
Great hierarch, tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell the rising sun,
Earth with her thousand voices calls on God.

All in a moment, crash on crash,
From precipice to precipice,
An avalanche's ruins dash
Down to the nethermost abyss,
Invisible; the ear alone
Pursues the uproar till it dies;
Echo to ecbo, groap for groan,
From deep to deep replies.

I breathe again, I freely breatbe;
Thee, Leman's Lake, once more I trace,
Like Dian's crescent far, beneath,
As beautiful as Dian's face.
Pride of the land that gave me birth!
All that thy waves reflect I love,
When heaven itself brought down to earth,
Looks fairer than above.