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To earth's acknowledged sovereign, finds it once, Its only just proprietor in Him. The soul that sees him, or receives sublimed New faculties, or learns at least to employ More worthily the powers she owned before. Discerns in all things what, with stupid gaze Of ignorance, till then she overlooked, A ray of heavenly light gilding all forms Terrestrial in the vast apd the minute; The unambiguous footsteps of the God, Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing, And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds. Much conversant with heaven, she often holds With those fair ministers of light to man, That fill the skies nightly with silent pomp, Sweet conference. Inquires what strains were they With which heaven rang, when every star, in haste To gratulate the new-created earth, Sent forth a voice, and all the sons of God Shouted for joy.---" Tell me, ye shining hosts, “ That navigate a sea that knows no storms, “ Beneath a vault unsullied with a cloud, “ If from your elevation, whence ye view 6 Distinctly scenes invisible to man, 66 And systems, of whose birth no tidings yet 6 Have reached this nether world, ye spy a race 6 Favoured as our's; transgressors from the womb, “ And hasting to a grave, yet doomed to rise, “ And to possess a brighter heaven than your's ? 66 As one, who long detained on foreign shores, " Pants to return, and when he sees afar “ His country's weather-bleach'd and batter'd rocks, “ From the green wave emerging, darts an eye « Radient with joy towards the happy land ; “ So I with animated hopes behold, “ And many an aching wish, your beamy fires, 66 That show like beacons in the blue abyss, 66 Ordained to guide the embodied spirit home 66 From toilsome life to never-ending rest. 6 Love kindles as I gaze. I feel desires, " That give assurance of their own success, “ And that, infused from heaven, must thither tend.”
So reads he nature, whom the lamp of truth Illuminates. Thy lamp, mysterious word ! Which whoso sees no longer wanders lost, With intellects bemazed in endless doubt, But runs the road of wisdom. Thou hast built With means, that were not till by thee employed, Worlds, that had never been badst thou in strength Been less, or less benevolent than strong. They are thy witnesses, who speak thy power And goodness infinite, but speak in ears That hear not, or receive not their report. In vain thy creatures testify of thee, Till thou proclaim thyself. Their’s is indeed A teaching voice; but 'tis the praise of thine, That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn, And with a boon gives talents for its use. Till thou art heard, imaginations vain Possess the heart, and fables false as hell: Yet, deemed oracular, lure down to death The uninformed and heedless souls of men. We give to chance, blind chance, ourselves as blind, The glory of thy work; which yet appears Perfect and unimpeachable of blame, Challenging human scrutiny, and proved Then skilful most when most severely judged. But chance is not : or is not where thou reignest : Thy providence forbids that fickle power (If power she be, that works but to confound) To mix her wild vagaries with thy laws. Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can Instruction, and inventing to ourselves Gods such as guilt makes welcome; gods that sleep, Or disregard our follies, or that sit Amused spectators of this bustling stage. Thee we reject, unable to abide Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure, Made such by thee, we love thee for that cause For which we shunned and hated thee before. Then we are free. Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a Aash from heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy. A voice is heard, that mortal ears hear not,
Till thou hast touched them ; 'tis the voice of song,
THE WINTER WALK AT NOON.
Argument. Bells at a distance.---Their effect.---A fine noon in winter.
--A sheltered walk.---Meditation better than books.---Our familiarity with the course of nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is.---The transformation that spring effects in a shrubbery described.--A mistake concerning the course of nature corrected.--God maintains it by an unremitted act.---The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved.---Animals happy, a delightful sight.-Origin of cruelty to animals.--That it is a great crime proved from scripture.-That proof illustrated by a tale.-A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful destruction of them.--Their good and useful properties insisted on.---Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals.--Instances of man's extravagant praise of man.--The groans of the creation shall have an end.--A view taken of the restoration of all things.--An invocation and an invitation of him who shall bring it to pass.---The retired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness.---Conclusion.
THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,