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RETIRE;—the world shut out ;--thy thoughts call home;-
Imagination's airy wing repress ;-
Lock up thy senses ; let no passions stir ;
Wake all to reason :- let her reign alone :
Then in my soul's deep silence, and the depth
Of Nature's silence, midnight, thus inquire-
What am I ? and from whence? I nothing know
But that I am ; and since 1

am, conclude
Something eternal : had there e'er been nought,
Nought still had been : eternal there must be.-
But what eternal? Why not human race ?
And Adam's ancestors without an end?
That's hard to be conceiv'd, since every link
Of that long-chain'd succession is so frail.
Can every part depend, and not the whole ?
Yet grant it true, new difficulties rise ;
I'm still quite out at sea, nor see the shore.
Whence earth, and these bright orbs ?- Eternal too?
Grant matter was eternal, still these orbs
Would want some other father ;-inuch design
Is seen in all their motions, all their makes,
Design implies intelligence and art;
They can't be from themselves—or man: that art
Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow ?
And nothing greater yet allowed than man.-
Who, motion, foreign to the smallest grain,
Shot thro’ vast masses of enormous weight ?
Who bade brute matter's restive lump assume
Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly ?
Has matter innate motion ? then each atom,
Asserting its indisputable right
To dance, would form an universe of dust :
Has matter none? Then whence these glorious forms,
And boundless Alights, from shapeless and reposed ?
Has matter more than inotion ? has it thought?
Jurigment, and genius? is it deeply learned
In mathematics? has it fram'd such laws,
Which but to guess, a Newton made immortal ?--
If art to form, and counsel to conduct,
And that which greater far than human skill,
Resides not in each block,-a Godhead reigns,-
And, if a God there is,-that God how great!



I sought Thee ronnd about, O) thou my God!

In thine abode.

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I ask't myself, what this great God might be

That fashion'd me?
I answer'd-the all-potent, solely immense,

Surpassing sense ;
Unspeakable, inscrutable, eternall,

Lord over all;
The only terrible, strong, just, and true,
Who hath no end, and no beginning knew.

He is the well of life, for He doth give

To all that live,
Both breath and being : He is the Creator

Both of the water,
Earth, aire, and fire. Of all things that subsist,

He hath the list;
Of all the heavenly host, or what earth claimes,
He keeps the scrole, and calls them by their names.

And now, my God, by thine illumining grace,

Thy glorions face,
(So far forth as it may discovered be,)

Methinks I see;
And though invisible and infinite,-

To human sight,
Thou, in thy mercy, justice, truth, appearest;
In which to our weake senses Thou comest nearest.

O make us apt to seeke, and quicke to finde,

Thou God, most kinde!
Give us love, hope, and faith in Thee to trust,

Thon God, most just!
Remit all our offences, we intreat ;

Most Good, most Great!
Grant that our willing, though unworthy guest
May, through thy grace, admit us 'mongst the blest.

THE DIVINE PERFECTIONS In its sublime research, philosophy

May measure out the ocean deep-may

count O thou eternal One ! whose presence bright | The sands or the sun's rays-but, God! for

Thee All space doth occupy, all motion guide, Unchang'd through time's all-devastating There is no weight nor measure; none can flight;

mount Thou only God! There is nu God beside!

Up to Thy mysteries; Reason's brightest Being above all beings ! Mighty One!

spark, Whom none can comprehend and none ex. Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would

plore ; Who fill'st existence with Thyself alone :

To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark : Embracing all,-supporting,-ruling o'er, And thought is lost ere thought can soar so Being whom we call GOD-and know no high,

Even like past moments in eternity.




Thou from primeval nothingness didst call Nought! But the effluence of Thy light
First chaos, then existence ;-Lord ! on divine,

Pervading worlds, hath reach'd my bosom Eternity had its foundation ;-all

too; Sprong forth from Thee :-of light, joy, Yes! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine, harmony,

As shines the sun-beam in a drop of dew. Sole origin :-all life, all beauty Thine. Nought! but I live, and on hope's pinions fiy Thy word created all, and doth create ; Eager towards Thy presence; for in Thee Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine; I live, and breathe, and dwell; aspiring high, Thou art, and wast, and shalt be! Glorious ! Even to the throne of Thy divinity: Great!

I am O God! and surely Thou inust be! Light-giving, life-sustaining Potentate !

Thou art ! directing, guiding all, Thou art ! Thy chains the unmeasured universe sur- Direct my understanding then to Thee ; round:

Control my spirit, guide my wandering Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspir'd with breath!

Though but an atom 'midst immensity : Thon the beginning with the end hast bound, Still I am something, fashion'd by Thy hand! And beautifully mingled life and death! I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth, As sparks mount upwards from the fiery On the last verge of mortal being stand, blaze,

Close to the realms where angels have their So suns are born, so worlds spring forth birth, from Thee;

Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land. And as the spangles in the sunny rays Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry | The chain of being is complete in me; Of heaven's bright army glitters in Thy In me is matter's last gradation lost, praise,

And the next step is spirit-Deity !

I can command the lightning, and am dust! A million torches lighted by thy hand A monarch, and a slave; a worm, a god ! Wander unwearied through the blue abyss: Whence came I here, and how? so marThey own Thy power, accomplish thy cum- vellously mand,

Constructed and conceived ? unknown! All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.

this clod What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal | Lives surely through some higher energy; light

For from itself alone it could not be ! A glorious company of golden streamsLamps of celestial ether burning bright- Creator, yes ! Thy wisdom and Thy word Suns lighting systems with their joyous Created me! thou source of life and good! beams?

Thou Spirit of my spirit, and my Lord ! But Thou to these art as the noon to night. Thy light, Thy love, in their bright plenitude

Filled me with an immortal soul, tu spring Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,

Over the abyss of death, and bade it wear All this magnificence in Thee is lost

The garments of eternal day, and wing What are ten thousand worlds compared to Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, Thee?

Even to its source-to Thee its Author And what am I then ?' Heaven's unnum- there.

ber'd host, Though multiplied by myriads, and arrayed O thoughts ineffable ! O visions blest ! In all the glory of sublimest thought, Though worthless our conceptions all of Is but an atom in the balance weighed

Thee, Against Thy greatness, is a cipher brought Yet shall thy shadowed image fill our breast, Against infinity! What am I then ? Nought! And waft its homage to thy Deity,

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