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For priests, he said, are patterns for the rest;
The prelate for his holy life he prized;
Such was the saint, that shone with every grace, Reflecting, Moses-like, his Maker's face. God saw his image lively was express'd, And his own work, as in creation, bless'd.
ON THE SABBATH.
How sweet, upon this sacred day,
The best of all the seven,
And think of God and heaven!
How sweet to be allow'd to pray
Our sins may be forgiven!
“Father! who art in heaven!"
With humble hope to bend the knee,
And, free from folly's leaven, Confess that we have stray'd from thee,
The righteous Judge of heaven! How sweet the words of peace to hear
From Him to whom 't is given To wake the penitential tear,
And lead the way to heaven!
Vainly the will has striven,
Will send his grace from heaven.
When from the bosom that was dear,
By cold unkindness driven, The heart that knows no refuge here,
Shall find a friend in heaven.
And when from all of bliss below
In solitude 't is riven,
Shall raise it up to heaven.
Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day,
The best of all the seven !
Of gratitude to Heaven !
She said she was alone within the world :
rain. “Mother,” the poor lad cried, “He's dying! We are close by thee, father—at thy bleeding sideDost thou not hear thy Arthur crying ?Mother, his lips are closed--he's dying !”
It was a stormy time when the man fell;
Prepare his shroud,” rung out the convent bell.
Mother," he faintly said,
TO THE SPIRIT OF GOD, CALLED NARAVENA, i. e.
ING ON THE WATER.”—Gen, i. 2.
Spirit of spirits ! who, through every part
Of space expanded, and of endless time,
Beyond the stretch of laboring thought sublime,
Ere spheres beneath us roll’d, or spheres above,
Thou sat'st alone; till through thy mystic love
What first impell’d thee to exert thy might?
Thy power directed ? Wisdom without bound.
Oh, raise from cumbrous ground
My soul, in rapture drown'd; That fearless it may soar on wings of fire, For thou who only know'st, thou only canst inspire. Omniscient Spirit! whose all-ruling power
Bids from each sense bright emanations beam;
Glows in the rainbow; sparkles in the stream;
Of every bird that hails the bloomy spring,
Whilst envious artists touch the rival string,
Till rocks and forests ring;
In dulcet juice from clustering fruit distils,
Soft banks and verd'rous hills
Thy present influence fills; In air, in floods, in caverns, woods and plains, Thy will enlivens all; thy sovereign spirit reigns. Blue crystal vault and elemental fires
That in ethereal fluid blaze and breathe;
Thou tossing main, whose snaky branches wreathe This pensile globe with intertwisted gyres ; Mountains, whose radiant spires Presumptuous rear their summits to the skies,
And blend their emerald hues with sapphire light;