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"Day came, and went", lovelier never dawn'd,
Dullatheist! could a giddy dance,
Enthron'd upon a hill of light,
Ever lovely and benign,
Even thus amid thy pride and luxury,
Fain would my longing soul begin,
Fair Autumn spreads her fields of gold,
Father of light, and life, and glory, say,
Faith bids the soul ascend on high,
Father of all ! Eternal mind,
Far from his home beyond the wave,
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
Father of all! in every age,
Feather'd lyric! warbling high,
Few are thy days, and full of woe,
For what

shall 1 praise thee, my God and my King?
For thou wert born of woman! thou didst come,
Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear,
For who did ever yet, in honour, wealth,
From Greenland's icy mountains,
God of my life, to thee I call,
God sits enthron'd in yonder sky,
God moves in a mysterious way,
God of my sires ! yon arch of blue,
Glory to Thee, my God, this night,
Great Former of this various frame,
Great God, how bright thy glories shine,
Hark! 'twas dark Winter's sullen voice,
Hail! blessed book, thy page by me
Hail, source, of pleasures ever new,
Hail! Solitude, thou blest abode,
Hail, wond'rous Being, who in power supreme
Hark my soul! it is the Lord,
Here finished he, and all that he had made
He is the happy man, whose life e'en now,
He left bis native land, and far away
High peace to the soul of the

Hither he came, and falling on his knees,
How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun,
How fair is the

Rose! what a beautiful flow'r,
How poor! how rich how abject! how august,
How are thy servants blest, O Lord,
How quickly 'mongst the dying embers,
How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound,
How happy is he born, or taught,
How beautiful is genius when combin'd,
How canst thou move

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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,

The poplars are fell'a, farewell to the shade,

Though the morn may

These hearts, alas! cleave to the dust,

318 There is an hour of peaceful rest

This is the month, and this the happy mom,

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

The year is gone and silence now,
The all.quickening light is rolling there,
There is a tear that falls unseen,

Then will vain man complain and murmur still,

245 This world is all a fieeting show,

257 The son of God goes forth to war,

20 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.

220 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,

249 'Thou art, God, the life and light.


The spacious firmament on

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,

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"The God of nature and of grace
This abadow on the Dial's

The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,
There is a family on earth,

"The golden palace of my God,

The air of death breathes throngh our souls,

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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The Queen of Contemplation, Night,
Think not though health is bounding in thy rein.
'Tis done!- dread winter spreads his latest gloons,
'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, I rotecting 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 hush'd bis waters still,
When all thy mercies, O my God,
When marshald 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 denth,
Where high the heav'nly temple

Why does the day whose date is niet,
When musing sorrow weeps the past,
When restless on my bed | 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,
When the bark by a gentle breath is driven,
Where then shall hope and fear their objects find,
Within this awful volume lies,
With deepest rev'rence at thị

Ye golden harps of heav'n, farewell,
Ye midnight shades, o'er nature spread,
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song,
Ye flaming powers, and winged warriors bright,


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