Like Ossian's music, pleasant to the ear, I see the pictur'd hours, I see the shades O Spirit, universal and unseen! Teaching the eye to flow, the heart to beat, More helpless than the brutes, are not like them And taking thence the noxious weeds, that seek O pure affection! waken'd with the sigh Warmer than friendship, and more fix'd than love. THE CREATION. BEING the first number selected as a specimen of a series of pieces on scripture subjects, intended for the use of young people. WHEN night and Chaos reign'd with awful sway, And o'er the unform'd earth thick darkness lay, The Almighty voice awoke the kindling strife, And call'd the dormant elements to life. "Let there be light;" a sudden ray there came, Like ether, pure, and piercing as the flame; "Let day arise;" a blush of purple flow'd; The young dawn trembled, and the morning glow'd ; "Let night divide the empire of the day," And frowning darkness claim'd his ancient sway. Then like an arch the azure skies were rear'd, The seas were gather'd, and the earth appear'd; Clad with fresh flowers, and plants of gentle root, Herb yielding seed, and tree presenting fruit. Then, where the curving skies the Ocean prest, The Sun, all glowing, darted from his rest ; Pale cast the moon her first, and timid glance, And the stars sparkled o'er the blue expanse. Mild Ocean's waves with scaly silver glow'd, Birds soar'd in air, and hover'd o'er the flood; Above, around, the tones of rapture sigh'd, “Live, and rejoice," the forming God reply'd, "Sport on the cloud, and thro' the waters glide.” Next, rising slow, a mix'd and varied birth, Unnumber'd beasts came roving o'er the earth, They crept, they sported wild, they stalk'd with pride, Or cropt the grass, or drank the limpid tide; Some, with aw'd gaze, the wondrous scene survey'd, And some slept fearless, in the cooling shade. Serene, the great Creator clos❜d his plan, Sole monarch, holding sway o'er all he saw. Last, came a female form, more soft and fair, Then tones of joy, from harps seraphic rung, Earth echo'd back the shout of grateful love, From hill and valley, cavern, stream and grove; Man fill'd with praise in silent rapture stood, God bow'd to view his work, and God pronounc'd it good. TO A FRIEND. SAY, hast thou seen a trembling plant, "Till some kind hand would pierce the shade, Thine is that gentle culturing hand: And while that plant of life shall taste, |