OMNIPOTENCE. He sits upon the circle Of the revolving earth; And, as the human tumult stirs, He touches but the mountains, And they with terror smoke; He frowns the earth's foundations shake; He clothes him with the sun-light, He wraps him in the thunder-cloud, And drives with ruin o'er the proud, And all the works they raise. He rides upon the whirlwind, He walks upon the waves His ministers are flaming fire, He is the same for ever To those that on him trust; While men and all their boasted hopes Like particles of dust. 75 At last he will extinguish The brilliant orb of day The heavens, with all their stars, shall roll Oh! then, Eternal Father! Stretch forth thy mighty hand, And from the overwhelming flame THE CURSE OF CAIN. (GENESIS, iv. 15, 16.) On, the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing! And, lo! like a deer in the fright of the chase, All nature to him has been blasted and banned, The groans of a father his slumber shall start, And the wife of his bosom-the faithful and fair- And his offering may blaze-unregarded by Heaven; And his spirit may pray-yet remain unforgiven; And his grave may be closed-but no rest to him bring: Oh, the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing! THE DEAD. (JOB, xiv. 12, 21.) How sleep the dead, who in the clay Though there no tender mother sit To watch her infant's closed eyes, Though there no spousal arms be pressed Though thunders roll from vale to vale, Though sunshine gild the summer scene, Their sons may rise to mount a throne, Till Heaven's last trumpet reach the grave. THE GOOD MAN. (PSALM CXXviii.) THE good man alone has the hope to be blessed, And the angels have charge that no evil distress him. TRUST IN GOD. 79 His wife-like the vines by his care that have throve, And brought forth their grapes for the season of gladness Shall nurse at her bosom the fruits of their love, His babes-like the beautiful emblems of peaceLike the branches of olive, shall blossom and flourish; And the hearts of the parents in joy shall increase When the hands that they nourished are held forth to nourish. The good man's existence all placidly runs, For no war-cloud around his Jerusalem gathers-Till his seasons be full, and the sons of his sons Shall carry his bones to the tomb of his fathers. TRUST IN GOD. (PSALM xlii. &c.) To thee, O God! to thee My prayers like silent dews arise, While I, upon my wakeful bed, |