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When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flow'r the summer wreathes,
Is born beneath thy kindling eye; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
ABOVE-below-where'er I gaze,
My God, all natore owns thy sway;
I hear thee in the stormy wind,
I find thee in the noon of night, And read thy name in every star
Oh never may their smiling train
Tis Love that loads the plenteous plain, Pass o'er the human soul in vain !
With blushing fruits and golden grain, But oft, as on their charms we gaze,
And smiles o'er ev'ry vale.
In sweeter, fairer characters,
And charms the ravish'd breast;
And give the weary rest.
There smiles a kind propitious God-
The pledge of sins forgiv'n ; Or view him sink in ocean's bed,
There faith, bright cherub, points the way Thy love, O God, paints every ray.
To regions of eternal day
And opens all her heav'n.
Then, in redeeming love rejoice,
That calls thee to the skies :
Above life's empty scenes aspire-
And seize th' eternal prize.
'Tis love that paints the insect quires, With all their gay and gorgeous dyes; 'Tis love the simple birds inspires, And charms in all their melodies.
THE GOODNESS OF GOD.
Nay, ev'ry sight that wins the eye,
REV. H. MOORE.
IMMENSE Creator! whose all-powerful hand
My God! thy boundles love we praise :
How sweetly bloom below!
And o'er the earth they flow.
'Tis love that gilds the vernal rayAdorns the flow'ry robe of May
Perfumes the breathing gale :
Lost were the peacock's plamage; to the sight | The eye's at fault, and seeks th’ assisting So pleasing in its pomp and glossy glow.
glass. O thrice-illustrious ! were it not for Thee, Approach and bring from Araby the blest, Those pansies, that reclining from the bank, The fragrant cassia, frankincense, and myrrh, View thro' th' immaculate pellucid stream And, meekly kneeling at the altar's foot, Their portraiture in the inverted heaven, Lay all the tributary incense down. Might as well change their triple boast, the Stoop, feeble Africa, with rey'rence stoop, white,
And from thy brow take off the painted The purple, and the gold, that far outvie plume; The eastern monarchs' garb, ev’n with the With golden ingots all thy camels load dock,
T'adorn his temples, hasten with thy spear Ev'n with the baleful hemlock's irksome Reverted, and thy trusty bow unstrung, green.
While onpursued thy lions roam and roar, Without thy aid, without thy gladsome And ruin'd tow’rs, rude rocks, and caverns beams,
wide The tribe of woodland warblers would Remurmur to the glorious, surly sound. remain
And thou, fair India, whose immense doMate on the bending branches, nor recite main The praise of him, who, ere he formed To counterpoise the hemisphere extends, their lord,
Haste from the West, and with thy fruits Their voices tuned to transport, wing'd and flowers, their flight,
Thy mines and med'cines, wealthy maid And bade them call for nurture, and receive: attend. And lo! they call; the blackbird, and the More than the plenteousness so fam'd to tlow thrush,
By fabling bards from Amalthea's horn The woodlark, and the redbreast jointly call; Is thine; thine therefore be a portion due He hears, and feeds their feather'd families; Of thanks and praise; come with thy brilHe feeds bis sweet musicians:nor neglects
liant crown The invoking ravens in the greenwood wide; | And vest of fur; and from thy fragrant lap And tho' their throats coarse rattling hurt | Pomegranates and the rich ananas pour.
But chiefly thou Europa, seat of Grace They mean it all for music, thanks, and praise And Christian excellence, his goodness own. To him who feeds, who clothes, and who Forth from ten thousand temples pour his adorns,
praise. Who made and who preserves, whatever | Clad in the armour of the living God, dwells
Approach, unsheath the Spirit's flaming In air, in sted fast earth, or fickle sea.
sword; O He is good, He is immensely good! Faith's shield, salvation's glory-compass'd Who all things form’d, and form'd them all
helm for man;
With fortitude assume, and o'er your heart Who mark'd the climates, varied every zone, Fair truth's invulnerable breast-plate spread; Dispensing all his blessings for the best, Then join the general chorus of all worlds, In urder, and in beauty: rise, attend, And let the song of charity begin Arrest, and praise, ye quarters of the world! In strains seraphic, and melodious prayer : Bow down, ye elephants, submissive bow “O all-sufficient, all-beneficent, To him who made the mite! Tho' Asia's “ Thou God of goodness, and of glory, hear ! pride,
“ Thou, who to lowest minds dost condeYe carry armies on your tower-crown'd scend, backs,
“ Assuming passions to enforce thy laws, And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to Him Adopting jealousy to prove thy love: Who is as great, as perfect, and as good “ Thou who resign’d humility uphold'st In his less striking wonders, till at length “ Even as the florist props the drooping rose,
“ But quell'st tyrannic pride with peerless , Yet here the brightest seraphs can nu more power,
Than hide their faces, tremble, and adore. “ Even as the tempest rives the stubborn Worms, angels, men, in every different
sphere, “ O all-sufficient, all-beneficent,
Are equal all, for all are nothing here. “ Thou God of goodness, and of glory hear! All nature faints beneath the mighty name, “ Bless all mankind; and bring them in the Which nature's works, thro' all their parts end
proclaim. “ To Heav'n, to Immortal and Thee." I feel that name my inmost thoughts control,
And breathe an awful stillness thro' my soul;
At thy felt presence all emotions cease, THE FAITHFULNESS OF GOD.
And my hush'd spirit finds a sudden peace,
Till every worldly thought within me dies, WORDS WORTH.
And earth's gay pageants vanish from my
eyes ; Not seldom, clad in radiant vest,
Till all my sense is lost in infinite, Deceitfully goes forth the morn;
And one vast object fills my aching sight. Not seldom ev'ning, in the west, Sinks smilingly forsworn.
But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke;
My soul snbmits to wear ber wonted yoke; The smoothest seas will sometimes prove
With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, To the confiding bark untrue ;
And mingles with the dross of earth again. And if she trusts the stars above,
But he, our gracious Master, kind, as just, They can be treach'rous too.
Knowing our frame, remembers we are dust :
His spirit ever brooding o’er our mind, The umbrageous bark, in pomp outspread,
Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd, Full oft, when storms the welkin rend,
Marks the young dawn of every virtuous Draws lightning down upon the head
aim, It promis'd to defend.
And fans the smoking flax into a flame.
His ears are open to the softest cry,
His grace descends to meet the lifted eye;
a silent tear, Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word
And sighs are incense from a heart sincere. No change can falsify.
Such are the vows, the sacrifice I give ;
Accept the vow, and bid the suppliant live; I bent before thy gracious throne,
From each terrestrial bondage set me free; And ask'd for peace with suppliant knee;
Still every wish that centers not in thee; And peace was giv'n—nor peace alone,
Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets cease, But faith, and hope, and ecstacy.
And point my path to everlasting peace.
If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads By living waters, and thro' now'ry meads,
When all is smiling, tranquil, and serene, ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.
And vernal beauty paints the flatt'ring
Oh teach me to elude each latent snare, God of my life! and Author of my days! And whisper to my sliding heart-Beware! Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise ; With caution let me hear the syren's voice, And trembling take upon a mortal tongue And doubtful, with a trembling heart reThat hallow'd name to harps of seraphs,sung. joice.
If friendless in a vale of tears I stray, In every creature own thy forming power, Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my In each event thy providence adore. way,
Thy hopes shall animate my drovping soul, Still let my steady soul thy goodness see, Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear control. And with strong confidence lay hold on thee; Thus shall I rest, unmov'd by all alarms, With equal eye my various lot receive, Secure within the temple of thine arms, Resign'd to die, or resolute to live ;
From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors Prepar'd to kiss the sceptre, or the rod,
free, While God is seen in all, and all in God. And feel myself omnipotent in thee.