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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,
Thy guiding finger, Lord, I view,
Traced in the midnight planets' blaze,
Or glistening in the morning dew;
Whate'er is beautiful or fair,
Is but thine own reflection there.

My God, all natore owns thy sway;
Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day;
When all thy lov'd creation wakes,
When morning rich in lustre breaks,
And bathes in dew the op'ning flower,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour ;
And, when she pours her choral song,
Her melodies to thee belong!
Or when, in paler tints array'd,
The evening slowly spreads her shade;
That soothing sbade, that grateful gloom,
Can, more than day's enliv'ning bloom,
Still ev'ry fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire ;
From earth the pensive spirit free,
And lead tbe soften'd heart to thee.
In every scene thy hands have dress'd,
In every form by thee impress'd,
Upon the mountain's awful head,
Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread ;
In every note that swells the gale,
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth or echoing grove,-
A voice is heard of praise and love.
As o'er thy works the seasons roll,
And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul.

I hear thee in the stormy wind,
That turns the ocean wave to foam ;
Nor less thy wondrous power I find,
When summer airs around me roam;
The tempest and the calm dectare
Thyself,—for thou art every where.

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.
Attune their wond’ring soul to praise ;
And be the joys that most we prize, But, in thy gospel, it appears
The joys that from thy favour rise.

In sweeter, fairer characters,

And charms the ravish'd breast;
There, Love immortal leaves the sky
To wipe the drooping mourner's eye,

And give the weary rest.

There smiles a kind propitious God-
Whene'er we climb the mountain's head, There flows a dying Saviour's blood,
To greet the harbinger of day;

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.
In the fresh balmy ev'ning breeze,
Where flowers of gold and verdure shine,

Then, in redeeming love rejoice,
Rich with the perfumes of the trees, My soul !-and hear a Saviour's voice,
We hear the voice of love divine.

That calls thee to the skies :

Above life's empty scenes aspire-
Love decks the finely varied flowers, Its sordid cares and mean desire-
The fragrant progeny of spring;

And seize th' eternal prize.
And round the prison'd senses pours
Their soft delicious offering.

'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.



Nay, ev'ry sight that wins the eye,
And ev'ry sound that woos the ear,
And ev'ry gale that passes by,
Proclaims the hand of love is there.


IMMENSE Creator! whose all-powerful hand
Fram'd universal being, and whose eye
Saw like thyself, that all things form'd were

Where shall the timorous bard thy praise

Wbere end the purest sacrifice of song,
And just thanksgiving? The thought kind-

ling light,
Thy prime production, darts upon my mind
Its vivifying beams, my heart illumines,
And fills my soul with gratitude and thee.
Hail to the cheerful rays of ruddy morn,
That paint the streaky east, and blithesome

The birds, the cattle, and mankind from rest!
Hail to the freshness of the early breeze,
And Iris dancing on the new-fall’n dew.
Without the aid of yonder golden globe,
Lost were the garnet's lustre, lost the lily,
The tulip and auricula's spotted pride;

My God! thy boundles love we praise :
How bright on high its glories blaze-

How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thy eternal throne;
Thro' heaven its joys for ever run,

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,


the ear,


“ 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;
As by a charm, the waves of grief subside :
Impetuous passion stops the headlong tide:

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,
But thou art true, incarnate Lord !
Who didst vouchsafe for man to die ;

His grace descends to meet the lifted eye;
He reads the language

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.

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