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THE MECHANISM OF MAN. “ I am fearfully and wonderfully made."--Psalm
cxxxix. v. 14. FOND atheist ! could a giddy dance
Of atoms blindly hurled Produce so regular, so fair,
So harmonized a world ?
Why do not Lybia's driving sands,
every storm, A palace here, the child of chance,
Or there a temple form?
Presumptuous wretch! thyself survey ;
That lesser fabric scan;
The God, the reptile man?
way, When stars exulting sang
the morn, And hailed the new-born day? What fingers brace the tender nerves,
The twisting fibres spin ?
And weaves the silken skin ?
How came the brain and beating heart,
Life's more immediate throne, (Where fatal every touch) to dwell
Immailed in solid bone ?
Who taught the wandering tides of blood
To leave the vital urn,
And faithfully return?
How know the nerves to hear the will,
The heavy limbs to wield ?
Ten thousand accents yield ?
Or how the fringed lid
The sullied ball unbid?
The delicate, the winding ear
To image every sound,
And tell the senses round ?
Who bids the babe, new launched in life,
The milky draught arrest,
The nectar-streaming breast ?
Who with a love too big for words
The mother's bosom warms,
To bear it in her arms ?
A God! a God! creation shouts,
A God each insect cries ;
And hung it in the skies,
Let us make man (0 voice divine)
“ And stamp a God on clay, “ To govern nature's humbler births,
“ To bear an earthly sway.” He said: with strength and beauty elad,
Young health in every vein,
Walked forth majestic MAX.
All nature's works surveys,
And tunes his tongue to praise.
TO THE AGED.
Thou art growing old, thy head is grey,
verge of life's decline,
How much has pass'd in airy dreams,
envy ne'er thy breast annoy'd,
Hast thou been kind to all thy 'friends,
Were all thy dealings strictly just,
Say, hast thou kept thy heart from sin ?
The past review'd with solemn care,
WHILE from the busy haunts of men I rove,
Their folly, noise, and riot leave behind, And wander far
the I love, Do thou enlighten and expand my mind.
What worlds on worlds unnumber'd round me roll
Then in my breast devotion's altar raise."