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Each ardent thought is yours alone,
And every burning word.
The high heroic deed;
To you 't is sweet to bleed.
When public ills prevail;
That turns the tyrant pale.
The dogs of hell your steps pursue,
With scoff, and shame, and loss;
To taste the bitter cross.
By Seine's polluted stream ;
rich blood the fields are drench'd, Where Polish sabres gleam.
Even now, through those accursed bars,
In vain we send our sighs
The patriot martyr lies.
The kindling bosom feels;
The fond enthusiast kneels.
And pæans loud in every tongue,
And choral hymns resound;
And lengthening honors hand your name
To time's remotest bound.
Proceed! your race of glory run,
Your virtuous toils endure !
And your reward is sure.
O my soul, with all thy powers,
Bless the Lord's most holy name;
Thine infirmities he heald;
He with loving kindness crown'd thee,
Satisfied thy mouth with good;
Rich in tender mercy he,
He will not retain displeasure,
Though awhile he hide his face;
As the heaven the earth transcends
Far as east and west are parted,
He our sins hath sever'd thus;
For he knows our feeble frame,
Mark the field flower where it groweth,
Frail and beautiful ;-anon,
Such is man; his honors pass,
Like the glory of the grass.
To eternity,--the Lord,
Yea, with truth and righteousness,
As in heaven his throne and dwelling,
King on earth he holds his sway;
All his works beneath the pole,
PRAYER FOR RESIGNATION.
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are thy will.
Then all I want–0, do thou grant
This one request of mine!
Assist me to resign!
God is our refuge and defence,
In trouble our unfailing aid; Secure in his omnipotence,
What foe can make our soul afraid ?
Yea, though the earth's foundations rock,
And mountains down the gulf be hurld, His people smile amid the shock,
They look beyond this transient world. There is a river pure and bright,
Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains; Where, in eternity of light,
The city of our God remains. Built by the word of his command,
With his unclouded presence bless'd, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand ;
There is our home, our hope, our rest. Thither let fervent faith aspire ;
Our treasure and our hearts be there;
O for a seraph's wing of fire !
No,--on the mightier wings of prayer,We reach at once that last retreat,
And, ranged among the ransom'd throng, Fall with the elders at his feet,
Whose name alone inspires their song. Ah, soon, how soon! our spirits droop,
Unwont the air of heaven to breathe : Yet God in very deed will stoop,
And dwell Himself with men beneath.
Come to thy living temples, then,
As in the ancient times appear ; Let earth be paradise again,
And man, O God, thine image here.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
on the thirsty mountain pant,