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HYMN BEFORE SUNRISE, IN THE VALE OF
Died July 25th, 1834, alike great as a poet, an essayist, and a philosopher.
HAST thou a charm to stay the Morning-star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
Oh dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee,
Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer,
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,
So sweet, we know not we are listening to it,
As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven!
Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale!
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
And who commanded (and the silence came),
Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow
Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven
God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice!
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!
Thou too, hoar mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks,
Slow travelling, with dim eyes suffused with tears,
To rise before me.-Rise, oh ever rise,
Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth!
Thou kingly Spirit, throned among the hills,
ON THE VICE OF LYING.
REV. W. GILPIN.
To warn us from lying, we should do well to consider the folly, the meanness, and the wickedness of it.
The folly of lying consists in its defeating its own purpose. A habit of lying is generally detected in the end; and after detection, the liar, instead of deceiving, will not even be believed when he happens to speak the truth. Nay, every single lie is attended with such a variety of circumstances which lead to a detection, that it is often discovered. The use generally made of a lie is to cover a fault; but as this end is seldom answered, we only aggravate what we wish to conceal. In point even of prudence, an honest confession would serve us better.
The meanness of lying arises from the cowardice which it implies. We dare not boldly and nobly speak the truth, but have recourse to low subterfuges; which always show a sordid and disingenuous mind. Hence it is, that in the fashionable world the word liar is always considered as a term of peculiar reproach.
The wickedness of lying consists in its perverting one of the greatest blessings of God, the use of speech, in making that a mischief to mankind which was intended for a benefit. Truth is the greatest bond of society. If one man lies, why may not another? And if there is no mutual trust, there is an end of all intercourse.
An equivocation is nearly related to a lie. It is an intention to deceive under words of a double meaning, or words which, literally speaking, are true; and is equally criminal with the most downright breach of truth. A nod, or sign, may convey a lie as effectually as the most deceitful language.
Under the head of lying may be mentioned a breach of promise. Every engagement, though only of the lightest kind, should be punctually observed: and he who does not think himself bound by such an obligation, has little pretension to the character of an honest
MY OWN FIRE-SIDE.
ALARIC A. WATTS.
A living poet, whose fame needs no panegyric.
LET others seek for empty joys,
At ball or concert, rout or play;
Whilst far from Fashion's idle noise,
"Twixt book and lute the hours divide,
My own fire-side! Those simple words
And fill with tears of joy mine eyes.
A gentle form is near me now;
A small white hand is clasped in mine I gaze upon her placid brow,
And ask, what joys can equal thine: A babe, whose beauty's half divine,
In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide; Where may love seek a fitter shrine Than thou-my own fire-side!
What care I for the sullen war
Of winds without, that ravage earth;