...winds." But I could also, with a nobler propriety, adopt the effusions of Thomson: " Tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void...city full; And where he vital breathes, there must bejoy." The night was long, and a number of showers fell; but the length of the one was shortened,...

...felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When ev'n at last, the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic...future worlds, I cheerful will obey ; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing :" &c. At length, by means of a secret intercourse with some of the...

...barb'rous climes, ———'Tis nought to me: Since God is ever piescnt, ever fc't; In the void wafte, as in the city full: And where he vital breathes, there must be joy." Above all, at the hour of death, what can support us but this mighty blessing: ami it will support...

...winds! But I could also with a nobler propriety, adopt the effusions of Thomson: ' Tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void...full, And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.' Our author soon encountered another river, whose mighty w•aters, bursting from the bowels of the...

...Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where His spirit breathes there must be joy. When e'en, at last, the solemn hour shall come And wing my mystick flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey ; there, with new powers Will rising wonders...

...adopt the effusions of Thomson : " 'Tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In die void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy." The night was long, and a number of showers fell ; but the length of the one was shortened, and the...

...whatever situation I may be— ' Tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the wild waste as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy !' Saturday Night— half after Ten. What luxury of bliss I was enjoying this time yesternight ! My...

...romantic strains of Ossian, and the more placid images of the bard of the Seasons. . ' Tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the cit) full. And n^here he vital breatnes, there must be joy.' Our author soon encountered another river,...

...the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me. Since God is ever present, ever felt In the void waste as in the cily full} And where He vital breathes, there must bejoj. When even at last the solemn hour shall come....

...the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me; urn'd, and, as in honour ty'd, His foe with bedding and with food supply'd diere must be joy. When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future...