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Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn!

Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale !
O, struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night by troops of stars,
Or when they climb the sky or when they sink.
Companion of the morning-star at dawn,
Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald: wake, Ó, wake, and utter praise !
Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth?
Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ?
Who made thee parent of perpetual streams ?

And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad !
Who called you forth from night and utter death,
From dark and icy caverns called you forth,
Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks,
For ever shattered and the same for ever ?
Who gave you your invulnerable life,
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ?
And who commanded (and the silence came),
Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest ?

Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain, Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer; and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God! sing, ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice!

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Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds !
And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow,
And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!

Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost !
Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest !
Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm!
Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds !
Ye signs and wonders of the elements !
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise !

Thou, too, hoar mount, with thy sky-pointing peaks !
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene,
Into the depths of clouds that veil thy breast,
Thou, too, again, stupendous mountain! thou
That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low
In adoration, upward from thy base
Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears,
Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud,
To rise before me, - rise, O, ever rise,
Rise like a cloud of incense, from the earth !
Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills,
Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven,
Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

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“ Cum laudaris, teipsum contemne.”

When men exalt thee with their flatteries,
Be thou provoked thine own self to despise,
And, for an help to this, the meanest thing
Which thou hast ever done to memory bring.

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Think, too, that now thou dost in peril fall
Of doing a yet meaner thing than all,
If, being what thou art in thine own sight,
Thou canst this praise appropriate as thy right.

COUPLETS. - Trench.

To halls of heavenly truth admission wouldst thou win ? Of Knowledge stands without, while Love may enter


Lovingly to each other sun and moon give place, Else were the mighty heaven for them too narrow


Despise not little sins; for mountain-high may stand The pilèd heap made up of smallest grains of sand.

Despise not little sins; the gallant ship may sink, Though only drop by drop the watery tide it drink

God many a spiritual house has reared, but never une Where lowliness was not laid first, the corner-stone.

Rear highly as thou wilt thy branches in the air,
But that thy roots shall strike as deep in earth have


Sin, not till it is left, will duly sinful seem;
A man must waken first, ere he can tell his dreain.

When thou art fain to trace a map of thine own heart, As undiscovered land set down the largest part.

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Wouldst thou do harm, and yet unharmed thyself abide? None ever struck another, save through his own side.

God's dealings still are love,- his chastenings are alone Love now compelled to take an altered, louder tone.

From our ill-ordered hearts we oft are fain to roam, As men go forth who find unquietness at home.


Why furnish with such care thy lodging of a night, And leave the while thy home in such a naked plight? When thou hast thanked thy God for every blessing

sent, What time will then remain for murmurs or lament?

Envy detects the spots in the clear orb of light,
And Love the little stars in the gloomiest, saddest night.

Thou canst not choose but serve, - man's lot is ser

vitude, But thou hast this much choice, a bad lord or a good.

Before the eyes of men let duly shine thy light,
But ever let thy life's best part be out of sight.

Wouldst thou go forth to bless, be sure of thine own

ground, Fix well thy centre first, then draw thy circles round

Sin may be clasped so close we cannot see its face, Nor seen nor loathed until held from us a small space.

If humble, next of thy humility beware,
And lest thou shouldst grow proud of such a grace

have care.

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How fe irful is his case whom now God does not

chide When sinning worst, to whom even chastening is de

nied !

God often would enrich, but finds not where to place His treasure, nor in hand nor heart a vacant space.

0, leave to God at sight of sin incensed to be ! Sinner, if thou art grieved, that is enough for thee.

Set not thy heart on things given only with intent
To be alleviations of thy banishment.

Ill fares the child of heaven, who will not entertain On earth the stranger's grief, the exile's sense of


Mark how there still has run, enwoven from above, Through thy life's darkest woof, the golden thread of


Things earthly we must know ere love them: 't is alone Things heavenly that must be first loved and after


The sinews of Love's arm use makes more firm and

strong, Which, being left unused, will disappear ere long.

Wouldst thou abolish quite strongholds of self and

sin ? Fear can but make the breach for Love to enter in.

When God afflicts thee, think he hews a rugged stone, Which must be shaped, or else aside as useless thrown.

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