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65 When with a serious musing I behold 63
Which is the bappiest death to die? .. 267
175 While wits thro' fiction's regions ramble 288
95 Who is my mother or my brelbren?.. 143
Wbose imp art thou with dimpled cheek 119
Who shall avenge the slave ?
266 Wisdom is humble, says the voice.... 295
150 Yet once more and once more awake. 137
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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266-275 .... 275-281
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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 glittring 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 morning light, the evening shade, FROM THE FRENCH OF ASSELIN.
For me alternate rise and fade:
O let thy praise my lips employ.
My spirit would thy wonders trace
Beyond these transitory things.
To vaster worlds, to brighter day!
And see thy face, Creator, God !
The crystal vault-the verdant plainTo feel, to love, tho' Thou art near- The sea--the storm's tempestuous rage, Madly reject the evidence,
My wond'ring, raptur'd soul engage : Of thine eternal providence;
But chiefly man-majestic man! And strive to hurl the Almighty one, Her noblest work! her master-plan! From off His high and holy throne. 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 !