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Judging from the praises which are uniformThis “Garden of the Dead," as it has some- ly bestowed upon the La Grange Terrace, by times been called, is one of the many wonders gentlemen of taste, it is to be presumed that siin the French capital; and unquestionably one milar terraces will hereafter be built in different of the most magnificent burial places in Europe. portions of the city. The upper part of that brilThere the ashes of the renowned and the noble hant thoroughfare-Broadway--presents many are gathered in splendid repose ;-the hero, the sites where such buildings might, with great proscholar, the actor, all sleep in noiseless proximi- priety, rise and shine. The impulses of wealth ty. It is a place for reflection,-for calm, sober and fashion continually drive the haut ton to and meditative reveries; and yet perhaps the erect their residences in somethirg like the subvery best sketch of it has been made in the fewest urbs, away from the noise and vulgar bustle of words by a dashing English traveller. “What the town; but, alas ! they do sooner become fairEnglishman,” he asks, has not seen the ceme- ly located, than Business, pushing onward in its tery of Pere la Chaise? What Englishman will turn, environs the sequestered retreat; growing undertake eitherto condemn or entirely approve shops spread their seductive wares, and the it, unless he could enter completely into the sounds of commerce ring through streets that minds of the French themselves? The approach were lanes but lately; and thus the ball of townto it (a little way out of Paris) is literally .gar- Kife rolls on. The purchase of extensive lots landed with flowers.' You imagine yourself in and the erection of terraces, enable the owners the neighbourhood of a wedding, a fair, or some to occupy an entire square, and thereby to preholiday festival. Women are sitting by the road vent effectually the encroachments of business, side or at their own doors, making chaplets of a with its brawling sounds and competition. To sort of yellow flowers, which are gathered in the those who have amassed an independence, this fields, baked, and will then last a French 'for offers something which appears to them liké disever.' They have taken the lean abhorred tinction; though after all, it can scarcely deserve monster' death, and strewed him o'er and o'er the name, since the next lot may be devoted to with sweets; they have made the grave a gar- stores and bazaars, of all kinds and dimensions. den, a flower bed, where all Paris repose, the In contemplating the La Grange Terrace, rich and the poor, the mean and the mighty; gay one is led to admire the fond remembrance which and laughing, and putting on a fair outside, as induced the name it bears. It is honourable to in their life-time. Death here seems life's play- the citizens, that they bear vividly in mind, the fellow, and Grief and smiling Content sit at one services and merit of that patriot and hero, now tomb together. Roses grow out of the clayey among the few remaining participants in that ground, there is the urn for tears, the slender great struggle which conferred upon our councross for faith to twine round; the neat marble try the glorious boon of religious and political monument, and the painted wreaths thrown upon freedom. Warm sentiments of admiration and it, to freshen memory and mark the band of regard towards that noble man, are rife every friendship. No • black and melancholy yew' where among the American people; and the here darkens the scene, and adds a studied gloom day is far distant when his name will not be cheto it-no ugly death's heads or carved skeletons rished and perpetuated with affectionate honour, shock the sight." He afterwards adds, more throughout our happy republic. If, in the peacegravely—“ To meet sad thoughts and overpower ful retreats of La Grange, the aged chieftain be or allay them by other lofty and tender ones is permitted, as he surely is, to hear of the proright; but to shup them altogether, to affect mirth gress of our people in moral and pecuniary in the midst of sighing, and divert the pangs of wealth-in political strength, and general iminward misfortune by something to catch the portance, the reflection will add to his enjoyeye and tickle the sense, is what the English do ment, and brighten his decline. not sympathize with.” (A shrewd Frenchman perhaps may ask, how then do they so often con- LINES EXTEMPORE, sult their wine cellars in their grief?') “It is an advantage the French have over us.'

By Thomas Paine, July, 1803.

Quick as the lightning's vivid flash, LA GRANGE TERRACE-NEW YORK.

The Poet's eye o'er Europe rolls, This splendid array of buildings forms one

Sees battles rage-hears thunders crash, of the most distinguished modern ornaments of New York. Situated in an elevated part of the

And dims at Horror's threat'ning scowls. city, in the northern quarter, and in one of the Mark Ambition's ruthless king, finest“ Places," of which the town contains With crimson'd banners scathe the globe, many that elicit much admiration, the La Grange

While trailing after conquest's wing, Terrace exhibits itself as the terrace, par excel

Man's festering wounds his demons probe. lence. Its appearance to the passer by, is commanding and beautiful. The well arranged

Pal'd with the streams of reeking gore, basement, and lofty stories; the spacious win- That stain the proud imperial day, dows,--the fluted columns, with their richly- He turns to view the Western shore, worked capitals, and the finished elegance of Where Freedoon holds her bloodless sway. the whole facade, entitle the architect to high commendation, for the excellence of his model.

'Tis here, her Sage triumphant sways The work has been completed at great expense,

An Empire, in the People's love; and the dwellings are occupied by some of the 'Tis here, the Sou'reign will obeys. most wealthy citizens of the metropolis.

No King but He, who rules above.

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THE PRIEST'S HORSE. man, softened down by the peculiarity of a

French accent, could be distinguished. The Proficies nihil hoc, cacdas licet usque fiagello,

voice, I was told, belonged to the doctor, who Si tibi purpureo de grege currit equus.

our hostess, Martial. Lib. xiv. Epig. 55. was just then asking Mrs.

to take wine with him. At each remove the It is not many weeks since I dined with a voice became stronger; and by the time that the Roman Catholic family in the neighborhood of desert was on the table, the tones of the doctor's Dublin. I had been but a few minutes in the voice were full, loud, and strong, and it was drawing room, when I found that the centre of soon permitted to sweep, uncontrolled, over the attraction, 'the observed of all observers,' was entire range of the society. The puny punsters a very old gentleman, whose dress, appearance, became dumb, the small talkers, were silent; and demeanor, at once betrayed him to me as and no man, 'nor woman either,' presumed to one of the old Catholic clergymen of Ireland. open their mouths, except to laugh at bis ReFather, or as he was most generally termed, verence's anecdotes, or to imbibe the good things Doctor Reilly, seemed to be in age not less than which my worthy friend L- had set before seventy years; and the abstraction of his man- them. ner, before dinner, as to every thing passing I have heard story tellers in my time, but around him, would induce the belief that he had never felt the pleasure in listening to them that already attained his second childhood. His I did in attending to the anecdotes of the Rev. face was of that pure, rich, bright scarlet, which Doctor Reilly. The manner, the look, and the can neither be imparted to the countenance by tone, added, I know, considerably to the effect; the consumption of an extra quantity of whiskey but such are the gifts of a good story teller, and punch, nor its still more vulgar and stupifying they can neither be transferred to paper, nor predecessor, port wine. No, it was a tint more communicated by an oral retailer. One great exquisite still, which claret, that sober, sedate, charm too, for me, in all these stories, was that cool, and delicious liquid, can alone communi- the narrator was, some way or other, concerned cate to the 'buman face divine.' The dress of in them. There was, to be sure, egotism in this; the clergyman was evidently as antiquated as but then, it was an egotism that gave a verisihis complexion. The head was surmounted by militude to every thing he told, and you believed a little, close, brown wig, divided by a single that he was not mentioning any thing which he curl, and which appeared to be pasted to the did not know to be a fact, however strange, pericranium on which it was fixed. Around his extraordinary, or improbable it might seem to neck was a neat black silk stock, over which a be. Amongst the other stories told by Doctor milk white muslin band was turned. His black Reilly was the following, which I endeavoured coat was out in the manner of the primitive to report verbatim et literatim, as I heard it. Quakers; his dark silk waistcoat had large flaps "Never, my children, never borrow a priest's which nearly covered his pether garment,' and horse-it's an unlucky thing to do, for many that was fastened at the knees by large silver reasons. First, if the priest's horse is a good clasps, while thick silk stockings embraced his one, he does not like to send it. Next, if it is a plump little legs; and then, his square-toed shoes bad one, and the priest says he will lend it, the were nearly concealed from the view by the moment you ask for it, you may happen to break enormous silver buckles placed upon them. I your neck, or your leg, or may-be your nose, was assured by several, that the little old gentle. and thereby spoil your beauty. And, lastly, a man, whom I had not heard give utterance to a priest's horse has so many friends, that if you single word, was one of the most pleasant men are in a hurry, it will be shorter for you to walk I could meet with; and that after dinner, he than to wait for the horse to pay its visits. It is would amuse me extremely.. I could perceive now more than fifty years since I gave the very no outward mark of genius about the Reverend counsel that I am now administering to you, to Doctor; he took no notice of the conversation Kit M'Gowran, one of my parishioners; but be that was going on around him; and the only thought, as may be many of you think, that the demonstration of intelligence I could discover priest was a fool, but be found the difference in in him, was the somewhat basty glance he occa- a short time, as may-be most of you will before sionally turned to the door, as each new visitor you die. was announced, as if he expected the welcome “As well as I recollect, it was in the year news of Dinner on the table' was about being 1789, that I was parish priest of Leixlip, and at proclaimed to him. To me he appeared like that time Kit M'Gowran was, of a fariner lad, the canon in Gil Blas, as one disposed to partake one of my wealthiest parishioners. He had land of the good things that might be laid before him on an old lease, and might have been a grand at the festive board, but neither inclined por ca- juror now, if he had minded the potatoes gror. pacitated to increase their pleasures by any ing; but, instead of that, Kit was always in contribution of wit or fancy:

Dublin, playing rackets and balls, and drinking Dinner, that grand epoch in the history of the as much whiskey in a week, as would doat å day, was at last announced; ladies, even in an canal boat through a lock. For two or three Irish assembly, were forgotten, and twenty years, Kit was but little seen in the parish, hands were stretched out to the doctor to con- though I must say to his credit, he always sent duct him to the dining room. At dinner, I heard me my dues regularly, so that you perceive be nothing of the doctor until the first fask of was not a reprobate entirely. I was sorry to champaign was uncorked; and then there bear the neighbours talking bad of him, and was broke upon the ear a mellow, little voice, in thinking of looking after him some time or which the polished brogue of the Irish gentle-other, when I would have nothing else to do;

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when one day Kit came into my house dressed “At ten, your Reverence,' answered Kit, ‘at out in the pink of the fashion of that time. He ten to the minute.' was then what they called, I believe, a macaroni, 6. “Then, Kit, my boy,' said I, you should have and was the same sort of animal that is now been here at six to be in time, since you intend termed a dandy. He had a little hat that would to ride the black horse.' not go on a good ploughman's fist; his hair was 6 "Oh! bother!' said Kit; “sure I am only six streeling down his back and over his shoulders; miles from town, 'and it's hard if I don't ride the buttons on his coat were the size of sauce. that in an hour,--so that in fact, I'll be before pans, and the skirts of the coat hung down be- my time, and that won't be genteel; for may-be hind to the small of his leg; he had two watches, I'd catch Nelly Brangan with her hair in papers; one on each side of his stomach, a waistcoat and she won't look lovely that way I know, that did not cover his breast, and light leather whatever charms there may be in the buttersmall-clothes that came down below the calf, cool of gold guineas that the darling is going to and were fastened there with bunches of rib- give me.' bons, that were each as big as cauliflowers. “Well, mount at once,' I observed, though I Kit saw I was in great spirits, and had evidentiy would advise you, as you are in a hurry,—10 some mad project in his head; but that, you walk.' know, was none of my business, if he did not “I had hardly said the word, when Kit jumped choose to tell me of it. I had not, however, to into the saddle, and gave his horse a whip and

ask him; for he mentioned at once what brought a spur-and off it cantered, as if it were in as * him to his parish priest. Poor Kit labored under great a hurry to be married as Kit himself. I

a great defect, for he stuttered so dreadfully followed them as fast as I could to the top of the that you should know him for seven years before bill, and there was Kit cutting the figure of six

you could understand a word he said to you. like any cavalry officer with his whip, and now Pei He had a tongue that was exactly like a one- and again plunging his heels into his horse's sides,

nibbed pen,-which will splutter, and splash, and it kicking the stones before and behind it, and teaze, and vex you, and do every thing but and tattering over the road like lightning. : In express the sentiments of your mind.

half a minute they were both out of my sight, “Kit told me, in his own way, that he was lin with the horse in an hour, Kit M'Gowran

and I thought that if any one could get to Dubgoing to be married the next day to Miss Nelly

was the man to do it. Brangan, a rich huckster's daughter in Dublin, et lesa who was bringing him a large fortune, and that lantly. He was laughing and joking, and think

“For two miles of the road Kit went on galhe had accordingly, as in duty bound, come to me for his • sar-tif-cat, and as a propitiation to ing to himself that I was only humbugging him

in what I said about the horse, when in the very me for the bad "life he had led, he gave me a middle of a hard gallop, it stopt as if it had golden guinea, and a very neat miniature of the been shot, and up went Kit M'Gowran in the same coin. I could not refuse my certificate to air, his long whip firmly fixed in his hand, and such a worthy parishioner; and after wishing his long

coat flying like a kite's tail after him, him long life and happiness, and plenty of boys and the words,

Who had the luck to see Donnyand girls, I thought Kit would be after bidding brook fair,' in his mouth; and he had not time me good morning. Kit, I found, had still something upon his mind. 'I asked him if I could to cease saying them, when he was landed head oblige him farther. Why, Father Reilly,' says from the centre of the road! Kit was completely

over heels in a meadow, seven or eight yards Kit, that is a mighty purty little black horse of yours.' 'It is indeed, child, I answered; "but it puzzled by the fall; he could not tell how he got is very apt to go astray; for it left me for a week, there' at all, instead of being on the horse's

there, or what caused it, or why he should be and only returned to me last night.” “Ah! then, back, until he looked about him, and saw the Father Reilly, says he, “it would be mighty re-creature taking a fine comfortable drink at a litspectable to see me riding up to-morrow morn, ua well by the side of the road, where I always ing to Miss Nelly Brangan's shop-door with such an elegant black horse under me. May-be

stopped to refresh it. Kit, after scratching his you'd send me a loan of it?' 'Indeed, child, I coat–and indeed they required it, for they were

head, and his elbows, and the backwill,' I replied, but I would not advise you to

a little warmer than when he set out-went take it; for my horse has a way of its own, and over to the horse, mounted it, and rode off again I have many friends between this and Dublin, on his journey; but I give you my word he did that may-be it would sooner see than go to your not

gallop so fast nor use the whip so much as wedding.' 'Oh! as to that,' answered Kit, 'if it he had before the horse took a sup of the well was the devil himself, begging your Reverence's

water. pardon, I'd make him trot; so lend me the horse and I'll send it back to you to-morrow and as if it were a poor priest, and not a rol.

“The horse rode on as peaceable as a judge, evening. Take it then, Kit,' said I; “but I locking young layman that was on its back; it warn you that it is an uneasy beast.'

went on so for about three quarters of a mile “It was not until eight o'clock the next morn- further, but when it got that distance Kit began ing that Kit M'Gowran came for the horse, and to wonder at the way it was edging over to the in addition to his dress the day before, he had a right; and while they were arguing this point pair of spurs on him, that would do for'a fighting with one another, the day-coach from Dublin cock, they were so long, and so sharp; and a kept driving up to them. The guard sounded whip that was like a fishing rod. 'Well, Kit,' his horn, as much as to say, 'Kit M'Gowran, says I, 'when are you to be married?'

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THE PRIEST'S HORSE. and your horse.' Kit knew very well what the within view of Dublin-he could see Patrick's guard meant, and gave a desparate drag to his steeple pointing up into the sky, and looking as own (the left) side of the road; but the horse in- stiff and conceited, as if it were rejoiced at the sisted upon the right, and the coach driving up annoyance of a Papist, while the arches of in the same line, the leaders knocked up against “Bloody-Bridge" seemed to be laughing to their my horse, and sent it and Kit into the ditch to- full extent, at the impadence of such a young gether, to settle there any little difference of fellow riding into Dublin upon no less a horse opinion that might be between them! How long than the favorite pony of the parish priest of Kit lay in the ditch he could not rightly tell; but Leixlip! So at least, Kit was thinking, when when he got out of it, he went to look after the the creatore remembered that I always stopped horse, and about five yards nearer to Dublin a day or two with Mrs. Robinson, a kind, goodthan where the accident had happened, he sound body of a widow woman, that lived at the end the little darling taking a feed of oats, which it of the bridge. In there it plunged, to the naralways got from one of my parishioners, when I row little hole of a stable, never thinking of travelled that road; and now that he is dead my friend Kit on its back, and in entering the and gone, poor man! (Tim Divine was his name) door, he was swept clean off its back, and left I must say that I never got any thing else from stretched upon a dunghill, with his nose, face, him. Kit waited patiently till the horse had and hands all scratched, by the new-dashed wali eaten its fill, and he then looked at one of his against which he had been driven! He cursed, watches, and it told him that it was ten o'clock, but that he found did not cure his hands; bé and he then looked at the other, and it as plainly swore, but that he perceived did not improve his showed him that it was nine to the minute. Kit appearance; so that he soon desisted from such knew how his watches went, and he accordingly modes of venting his passion; and after washing guessed that the truth lay between them; so that his hands, putting a few plaisters on his face, he found he

had but half an hour to go a distance rubbing the dirt off his small-clothes, and coaxof four miles at least, to where he was to be ing the little horse out of the small stable, he married.

again mounted, and rode off for Dublin,-a far “Kit determined if he was to break his neck uglier and less consequential personage than in the attempt, that he would be in Dublin to when he had cantered up the hill of Leixlip that the minute he had promised, so that the instant morning. he was on the horse's back again, he began "Kit was now in Barrack street-he was, at cutting, and whipping, and spurring the beauty, two o'clock, just four hours after the stated time as fast as his hands and legs would go-his legs in the city. ''Now,' thought Kit to himself, my particularly were working, fast as the arms troubles are at length all over, and I have only of a wind-mill on a stormy day. The horse was to make the best apology I can for my unacnot at

first disposed to resent any indignity that countable absence to my darling Mrs. M'Gow. was offered to it, particularly after the good feed ran, that is to be my little bride-the wealthy and the good drink that it had got, so that it Miss Nelly Brangan that was.' Such were Kit's trotted on pretty quickly for half a mile or so; thoughts, when he heard two men talking be but Kit still continuing to whip and spur it, it hind himffrst let on to him by one or two kicks, that it “Paddy, isn't that the horse we bid to be on was displeased; but Kit not taking the hint, it the look out for?" stagged entirely. Kit lashed more furiously than “By dad, Dennis, if it isn't it, it's very like he had done before--the horse curvetted about it; and do you see the fellow that's riding it He the road—it reared it pranced-it kicked-it is mighty like the chap that was hung for horsewent in a circle round the same point fifty times. stealing at the last assizes.' Kit leathered a way with his long whip upon its “So like, Paddy, that if it isn't him, I'd take cars and nose, and the horse backed and backed, my oath it's one of the same gang; The borse, until it at last left Kit back at Tim Divine's you know, is missing these five days; and do door, from which he had started about an hour you see the patches on the robber's face—that's before! Tim was astonished to see the animal to disguise himself. A decent dressed man so soon coming back to him for another feed; wouldn't be in a fight, like one of us, Paddy, but having been informed by Kit of the way he when we get a sap in our head.' had misbehaved towards it, Tim became the in- "That's true for you, Dennis; and see, it has terpreter of the poor dumb creature, and told lob-ears, wall-eyes, bald-face, and a docked the rider that the best way of managing it was tail;—it's the very horse. By my sowkins, we'll to let it go as it liked.

seize him,--he's a robber.' “Poor Kit resigned himself to his fate; that be "To be sure we will, Paddy,-he's a robber, should be late at his own wedding, he saw was and an unchristian robber too, to steal from a inevitable; he was now too much tired to walk, priest? Knock him down, Paddy!' and with a sigh he flung the reins on the horse's “ “That I will, and welcome, Deonis!' neck, and encouraged it to proceed again “Kit was in the act of turning round to see towards Dublin. It set off a second time from a robber seized, when he felt his arms grappled Divine's door; but ceased to gallop, to canter, by two stout frieze-coated countrymen, who or to trot-on it went at a most discreet pace, both exclaimed in the same moment-'Wbere and as sober, and as melancholy, as if it felt did you get the horse, you robber?" sorry for disappointing him, or that it was tra- “Poor stuttering Kit stammered out, I–I-I velling with myself to a friend's funeral.

-g--g--g-got it-it-it“Kit could at last hear the town bells striking #Where, you sacrilegious thief?' one o'clock-he was at Island Bridge, and "In L-AH-Leixlip,' said Kit, after many





minutes, and twisting his tongue, like a hap'orth of tobacco, in his mouth, to make himself understood.

“ Oh! the villain,' said Paddy, ‘he has confessed it.'

“Yes he has, the scoundrel,'exclaimed Dennis; "and do you see the confusion of the fellow --he can't speak, he is so frightened at the thought of being hanged. Drag him off the horse and take him to the police office.'

“In a minute Kit was torn from the horse. A crowd collected around him, who were immediately informed by Paddy and Dennis, that they had seized a robber, who had 'stolen a priest's horse, and was going to sell him in Dublin.' Poor Kit was instantly assailed by the mob-his two watches dragged out of his fobs-bis new coat torn to pieces-his little hat kicked to nothing—and his pantaloons covered with mud. Several times he attempted to say he had got a loan of the horse; but the people were in too great a rage to attend to his stuttering, and he was dragged into the police office. Paddy and Dennis preferred a charge of horse-stealing against him; and he was such a dirty looking blackguard, that the police officer at once handcuffed him, advised him to plead guilty, and removed him into the black-bole, where he passed the night!

“But this did not end the misfortunes of unlucky Kit M'Gowran; for Miss Nelly Brangan, after inviting all her friends to a wedding dinper, and a large evening party, was determined that they should not be disappointed. She waited patiently for Kit until the dinner was dressed, and then-bestowed her hand and fortune upon one of her neighbors, a Mr. James Devoy, who was to be bridesman to Kit; but who, in his absence, resolved to discharge those duties for which Kit had been particularly engaged.

“This, my young friends, I hope will be a warning to you. Never borrow a priest's horse, lest you should lose by the loan, a wife, a fortune, your liberty, two watches, and a new coat.”

Broods there some spirit here!
The summer leaves hang silent as a cloud,
And o'er the pools, all still and darkly clear,
The wild wood hyacinth with awe seem bowed;
And something of a tender, cloistral gloom,

Deepens the violet's bloom.

The very light, that streams
Through the dim dewy veil of foliage round,
Comes tremulous with emerald-tinted gleams,
As if it knew the place were holy ground;
And would not startle, with too bright a burst,

Flowers, all divinely nursed.

Wakes there some spirit here?
A swift wind fraught with change comes rushing by,
And leaves and waters, in its wild career,
Shed forth sweet voices-each a mystery !
Surely some awful influence must pervade

These depths of trembling shade!

Yes, lightly, softly move!
There is a Power, a Presence in the woods ;
A viewless Being, that with Life and Love
Informs the reverential solitudes :

The rich air knows it, and the mossy sod

Thou, Thou art here, my God!

And if with awe we tread The Minster floor, beneath the storied pane, And 'midst the mouldering banners of the dead; Shall the green voiceful wild seem less Thy fane, Where thou alone hast built ?--where arch and roof

Are of thy living woof?

The silence and the sound
In the lone places, breathe alike of Thee;
The Temple-twilight of the gloom profound,
The dew-cup of the frail anemone;
The reed by every wandering whisper thrilled-

All, all with Thee are filled!

Oh! purify mine eyes,
More and yet more, by Love and lowly thought,
Thy Presence, Holiest One! to recognize,
In these majestic aisles which thou hast wrought!
And 'midst their sea-like murmurs, teach mine car

Ever Thy voice to hear!

And sanctify my heart
To meet the awful sweetness of that tone,
With no faint thrill, or self-accusing start,
But a deep joy the heavenly Guest to own;
Joy, such as dwelt in Eden's glorious bowers

Ere Sin had dimmed the flowers.

Let me not know the change
O'er Nature thrown by Guilt!-the boding sky,
'The hollow leaf sounds ominous and strange,
The weight wherewith the dark tree-shadows lie!
Father! oh! keep my footsteps pure and free,

To walk the woods with Thee! THOUGHTS ON A THUNDER STORM.

Hark! in the distant west I hear

A hollow murmuring sound;
It strikes upon the list'ning ear-
And now bright streaks of light appear-

Now, darkness reigns around.
Louder, and louder still—that roar

Moans through the threat'ning sky;
The troubled waves now lash the shore-
The bursting clouds in torrents pour

Their contents from on high.
Darker, and darker still, it grows-

The elements contend
In direful strife, like angry foes-
The vivid ligntning's fluid Hows,

The thunder-bolts descend.
And now, we have one mingled scene

Presented to our view;
The thunder's roar—the lightning's gleam-
The angry voice of the Supreme

Jehovah-great and true!
But see-the glorious king of light

Comes to dispel our fears;
He sheds his rays in brilliance bright,
And soon the day succeeds the night

Of darkness, and appears.
How great is God! how wond'rous great!

How infinite his powers;
His might how boundless_his estate
To gain, should all our hearts elate,
And make it truly ours.


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