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This is a miracle; and that no more.
Who gave beginning, can exclude an end;
Deny thou art, then, doubt if thou shalt be.
A miracle, with miracles inclos'd,
Is man! and starts his faith at what is strange?
What less than wonders from the Wonderful?
What less than miracles from God can flow?
Admit a God that mystery supreme!
That cause uncaus'd! all other wonders cease;
Nothing is marvellous for him to do:
Deny him all is mystery besides.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous :
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
So weak our reason, and so great our God,
What most surprises in the sacred page,
Or full as strange, or stranger, must be true.
Faith is not reason's lahor, but repose.

YOUNG.

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THE CONTEMPLATIST: NIGHT PIECE
The Queen of Contemplation, Night,

Begins her balmy reign;
Advancing in their varied light

Her silver-vested train.
'Tis strange, the many marshall'd stars

That ride yon sacred round,
Should keep, among their rapid cars,

A silence so profonnd!
A kind, a philosophic calm

The cool creation wears!
And what day drank of dewy balm,

The gentle Night repairs.

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THE SACRED LYRE.

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Behind their leafy curtains hid,

The feather'd race how still!
How quiet now the gamesome kid

That gambol'd round the hill !
The sweets, that, bending o'er their banks,

From sultry Day declin'd,
Revive in little velvet ranks,

And scent the western wind.
The Moon, preceded by the breeze

That bade the clouds retire,
Appears among the tufted trees,

A Phoenix' nest on fire.
But soft—the golden glow subsides !

Her chariot mounts on high !
And now, in silver'd pomp she rides

Pale regent of the sky !
Where Time upon the wither'd tree

Hath cary'd the moral chair,
I sit from busy passions free,

And breathe the placid air.
The wither'd tree was once in prime;

Its branches brav'd the sky!
Thus, at the touch of ruthless Time,

Shall Youth and Vigour die.
I'm lifted to the blue expanse:

nely gay
Come, Science, by my side advance,

We'll search the Milky Way.
Let us descend - The daring flight

Fatigues my feeble mind :
And science, in the maze of light,

Is impotent and blind.

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What are those wild, those wand'ring, bres,

That o'er the moorland ran?
Vapours.--How like the vague desires

That cheat the heart of man!
But there's a friendly guide ! —a flame,

That, lambent o'er its bed,
Enlivens, with a gladsome beam,

The hermit's osier shed.
Among the russet shades of night,

It glances from afar!
And darts along the dusk; so bright,

It seems a silver star!
In coverts (where the few frequent)

If Virtue deigns to dwell,
'Tis thus the little lamp, Content,

Gives lustre to her cell.
How smooth that rapid river slides

Progressive to the deep!
The poppies, pendent o'er its sides,

Have charm’d the waves to sleep.
Pleasure's intoxicated sons;

Ye indolent! ye gay!
Reflect--for as the river runs,

Life wings its trackless way.
That branching grove of dusky green

Conceals the azure sky;
Save where a starry space between

Relieves the darken'd eye.
Old Error, thus, with shades impure

Throws sacred Truth behind:
Yet, sometimes, through the deep obscure

She bursts upon the mind.

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THE SACRED LYRE.

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Sleep, and her sister Silence reign,

They lock the shepherd's fold!
But hark I hear a lamb complain,

'Tis lost upon the wold!
To savage herds, that hunt for prey,

An unresisting prize!
For, having trod a devious way,

The little rambler dies.
As luckless is the Virgin's lot,

Whom pleasure once misguides :
When hurried from the halcyon cot,

Where Innocence presides-
The passions, a relentless train!

To tear the victim, run:
She seeks the paths of peace in vain,

Is conquer'd—and undone.
How bright the little insects blaze,

Where willows shade the way;
As proud as if their painted rays

Could emulate the day!
'Tis thus the pigmy sons of pow'r

Advance their vain parade!
Thus glitter in the darken'd hour,

And like the glow-worms fade!
The soft serenity of night

Ungentle clouds deform!
The silver host that shone so bright,

Is bid behind a storm!
The angry elements engage!

An oak (an ivied bower,)
Repels the rough wind's noisy rage,

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The rancour, thus, of rushing fate

I've learnt to render vain:
For, whilst Integrity's her seat,

The soul will sit serene,
A raven, from some greedy vault,

Amidst that cloister'd gloom,
Bids me, and 'tis a solemn thought!

Reflect upon the tomb.
The tomb !—The consecrated dome !

The temple rais'd to Peace!
The port, that to its friendly home

Compels the human race !
Yon village, to the moral mind,

A solemn aspect wears;
Where sleep hath lull'd the labor'd hind,

And kill'd his daily cares :
'Tis but the church-yard of the Night;

An emblematic bed !
That offers to the mental sight

The temporary dead.
From hence, I'll penetrate in thought

The grave's unmeasur'd deep;
And tutor'd hence, be tímely taught

To meet my final sleep.
'Tis peace-(the little chaos past!)

The graceful moon restor's !
A breeze succeeds the frightful blast,

That through the forest roar'd!
The Nightingale, a welcome guest!

Renews her gentle strains;
And Hope (just wand'ring from my breast)

Her wonted seat regains.

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