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Hor blest is he whose tranquil mind,
How lovely is this wilder'd scene,
How beautiful is mor!
How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
I am tocnarch of all I survey
I venerate the man whose heart is warm,
I quit the world's fantastic joys,
Thave seen the morning vapour,
will got weep, my boy, for thee,
If there be one whose thoughts delight to wander,
Il were but to retire from woe,
1.1 had thought thou couldst have died,
Watot a time the air be calm,
unortall ages past, yet nothing gone!
la the dust I'm doom'd to sleep,
la custotn'd glory bright, that morn the sun,
la the morning of life, when its sweet sunny smile,
na dream of the night I was wafted away,
was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood,
Il sorrow's holiest tears could bring,
tre listen to the midnight wind,
Jerus'lem! Jerus'lem! the spoiler has trod,
Vehovah God! thy gracious pow's,
Leates have their time to fall,
let coward guilt, with pallid Fear,
Let us, with a joyful mind,
He is the damask rose you see,
like summer eve, when sunlight throws,
like to the falling of a star,
Lively, lasting, peace of mind,
look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall,

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lor's thou to see the light of mom,

198 Lork on that grave, it is no common spot,

203 Mark this holy chapel well!

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Mark where the wave, at eventide,

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Methinks it were no pain to die,
Methinks it is gocd to be here, -

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Messiah! at thy glad approach,
Merty, my Judge! mercy cry,

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My dearest child suppress

that sigh, My God, I love and I adore,

18 My birthday!"-What a different sound,

131 My oog shall bless the Lord of all,

139 My God all nature owns thy sway,

193 Hortals, awake, with angels join,

313 Nature, thy daughter, ever-changing birth,

346 Nature is lavish of her loveliness,

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Hail, wood'rous Being, who in poper 150

He is the happy man, whose life er en

Hither be came, and Alling on his bar

How fine has the day been, horrek
How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful
How quickly 'mongst the dying enters
How sweetly flowd the gospel's sourd,
How beautiful is genius when combinh
How canst thou move my fix regret

How poor! how rich! how abject! Euro

How welcome to the saints, whed past

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"Day came, and went lonelerini
Dull atheist! could a giddy dance,
Enthren 'upot a bill of lighting
Ever lovely and beniga,
Eren thus amid the aide ad latury
Frin would my longing sal byt
Fair Autumn spreats her fel de felt
Father of light, and life, and party
Faith bicts the scul ascend of
Father of all! Eternal mundo.
Far from his home beced the pat
Far from the world, O Lord, I lot
Father of all! in erery 14,
Feather'd lyric! warbling kich,
Few are thy days, and fel arte

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For thou mert born of rawan! ikus
Forgive, blest shade, the tritutas
From Greenland's icy Dentats,
God of may life, to thee I all

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God sits enthroo't in ponder sky,
God moves in a mysterious fit,
God of my sires! yon anch of the
Glory to Thee, my God, this night
Great Former of this faridus trax,
Great God, how bright thy girtas
Hark! 'was dark Winter's sutler roll
Hail! blessed book, thy page bra
Hail, source, of pleasures ever net, .
Hail! Solitude, ihou blest abode,
Hark my soul! it is the Lord,

Here finished he, and all that he had met
He left his native land, and for 1911

High peace to the soul of tbe dest,
How smiling wakes the rendent year,

How blest is he whose tranquil mind,
How lovely is this wilder'd scene,
How beautiful is morn!
How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
I am monarch of all I survey,
I venerate the man whose heart is warm,
I quit the world's fantastic joys,
I have seen the morning vapour,

will not weep, my boy, for thee,
If there be one whose thoughts delight to wander,
If 'twere but to retire from woe,
If I had thought thou couldst have died,
If for a time the air be calm,
Immortal! ages past, yet nothing gone !
In the dust I'm doom'd to sleep,
In custom'd glory bright, that morn the sun,
In the morning of life, when its sweet sunny smile,
In a dream of the night I was wafted away,
It was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood,
If sorrow's holiest tears could bring,
I've listen'd to the midnight wind,
Jerus'lem! Jerus'lem ! the spoiler has trod,
Jehovah God! thy gracious pow'r,
Leaves have their time to fall,
Let coward guilt, with pallid Fear,
Let us, with

a joyful mind,
Like as the damask rose you see,
Like summer eve, when sunlight throws,
Like to the falling of a star,
Lovely, lasting, peace of mind,
Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall,
Lov'st thou to see the light of morn,
Look on that grave, it is no common spot,
Mark this holy chapel well!
Mark where the wave, at eventide,
Methinks it were no pain to die,
Methinks it is good to be here,
Messiah! at thy glad approach,
Mercy, my Judge! mercy I cry,
My dearest child

suppress that sigh,
My God, I love and I adore,
"My birthday !"-what a different sound,
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My God! all nature owns thy sway,
Mortals, awake, with angels join,
Nature, thy daughter, ever-changing birth,
Nature is lavish of her loveliness,
Near yonder copse, where once the garden smild,
Night is the time to rest;
Not seldom, clad in ra diant vest,
No more of earthly subjects sing,

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Still young and fine, but what is still in view,

308 Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live for ever, 235 Supremne and universal Light,

114 Sweet day of rest! for the l'd wait,

8 Street Day! so cool, so calm, so bright,

310 Take one example, to our purpose quite,

3 Ten thousand talents once I ow'd, .

68 The spirit of Beauty smiles over the earth,

319 The glorious armies of the sky,

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serene,

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These hearts, alas! cleave to the dust,

318 There is an hour of peaceful rest

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This is the month, and this the happy mom,

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The grass is green and the spring Aoweret blooms,
Time speeds away-away-away,

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The year is gone and silence now,
The all.quickening light is rolling there,

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There is a tear that falls unseen,
Then will vain man complain and murmur still,

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This world is all a fieeting show,
The son of God goes forth to war,

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These emtoets, how little they are in our eyes,

121 The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,

194 Think not, because thy quiet day,

296 The Lord my pasture shall prepare,

103 That setting sun--that setting sun,

107 Thylinde one has now begun,

172 These are the glorious works, Parent of good,

23 Thou didst, o mighty God! exist,

915 The festal mom, my God, is come,

218 The voice of nature, yea, the voice of God.

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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,

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'Thou art, God, the life and light.
The spacious firmament on

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The scene tess more beau cul far, to my eye,
'Thus far on life's perplexing path,
There is a calm for those who weep,

The dove let loose in eastern skies,
They sin who tell us love can die,

Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, 76
"The God of nature and of grace
This abadow on the Dial's

face,
The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,

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There is a family on earth,
"The golden palace of my God,

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The air of death breathes throngh our souls,

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Thys stood the reprobate beneath the shade
'Thou Uncreate, Unseen and Undefin'd,
They grew in beauty, alde by side,
The world's forgotten while I gaze on thee,

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O happy is the man who bars,
O Lord, my God, in mercy burs,

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O Thou great being! what the art

Of all my race there brather te
Oft bare I seen the laughing Sering
Oh! thou who dry st the
Oh! had I swings like yonder het
Oh, God! my sins are mostóll
Oh, Saviour, whom this helyett,
Oh thou whose mercy guide er
Oh! brightly glides the silent stores

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Oh! for a closer walk with Get
Oh ! for the dreamless rate,
Oh! never, berer canst thou kan,
Once, in the light of ages past,
One morning in the north of May,

Still young and fine, but what is still in view,

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114 Sweet day of rest! for the i'd wait,

87 Sweet Day! so cool, so calm, so bright,

310 Take one example, to our purpose quite,

3 Ten thousand talents once I ow'd,

66 The spirit of Beauty smiles over the earth,

319 The glorious armies of the sky,

331 The poplars are fell’d, farewell to the shade,

323 Though the morn may be serene,

314 These hearts, alas ! cleave to the dust,

318 There is an hour of peaceful rest

311 This is the month, and this the happy morn,

338 The grass is green and the spring foweret blooms, 271 Time speeds away-away-away,

276 The year is gone and silence now,

282 The all-quickening light is rolling there,

284 There is a tear that falls unseen,

245 Then will vain man complain and murmur still,

257 This world is all a fleeting show,

260 The son of God goes forth to war,

121 These emmets, how little they are in our eyes,

124 The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,

296 Think not, because thy quiet day,

163 The Lord my pasture shall prepare,

167 That setting sun—that setting sun,

172 Thy little one has now begun,

203 These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,

205 Thou didst, 6 mighty God! exist,

218 The festal morn, my God, is come,

220 The voice of nature, yea, the voice of God.

249 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 34 Thou art, O God, the life and light

35 The spacious firmarnent on high, The scene was more beau.rul far, to my eye,

52 Thus far on life's perplexing path,

56 There is a calm for those who weep,

61 The dove let loose in eastern skies,

63 They sin who tell us love can die, 1,

71 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, 76 The God of nature and of grace

97 This shadow on the Dial's face,

99 The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,

102 There is a family on earth,

85 The golden palace of my God,

101 The air of death breathes through our souls,

110 Thus stood the reprobate beneath the shade Thou Uncreate, Unseen and Undefinid,

12 They grew in beauty, side by side,

20 The world's forgotten while I gaze on thee,

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The Queen of Contemplation; Night,
Think not though health is bounding in thy vein.
"Tis done! - dread winter spreads his latest

glooms,
Tis sweet when cloudless suns arise,
Tis God! who pours the living glow,
Tis sad to think, there was a time,
Tis enough-the hour is come,
To-morrow !--mortal, boast not thou,
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky,
Traverse the world, go fly from pole to pole,
'Twas Sabbath morn, a lovelier never rose,
Vital spark of heavenly flame,
Virtue for ever frail as fair below,
Welcome all wonders in one sight,
Wert thou a stranger from the world of bliss,
We parted, and we knew it was for ever,
We see, with rapt'rous joy, the sun,
Welcome the hour of sweet repose,
Weak and irresolute is man,
Well may sleep prevent us fictions,
While thee I seek, protecting power,
Whether amid the gloom of night I stray,
Whom are they ushering from the world, with all
When gathering clouds around I view,
When Jordan bush'd bis waters still,
When all thy mercies, O my God,
When marshal'd on the nightly plain,
When I have seen thy snowy wing, . -
When day-light breaks, and sheds his rays abroad,
When our heads are bow'd with woe,
Where shall the tribes of Adam find,
Wherefore do the heathen wage,
What is the world? a wildering maze,
When rising from the bed of death,
Where high the heav'nly temple stands,
Why does the day whose date is brief,
When musing sorrow weeps the past,
When restless on my bed I lie,
When Israel, of the Lord belov’d,
What love, what wisdom God displays,
What is death? 'Tis to be free,
Who sits above heaven's heights sublime,

When Jesus by the Virgin brought, 28, o'er natu

When the bark by a gentle breath is driven,
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