In other days, | When death shall give the en- | cumbered | spirit | wings, Its range shall be ex- | tended; | it shall | roam, Per- chance, among those | vast mys- | terious | spheres ; | ។ I Shall pass from | orb to | orb, | and | dwell in | each, | Familiar with its | children; || learn their | laws, And share their | state, | and | study and a- | dore The | infinite va- | rieties of | bliss And | beauty, by the | hand of | power di- | vine, |77| Lavished on all its | works. E-ternity | Shall thus | roll | on with | ever | fresh de- | light; |19| No pause of pleasure or im- | provement; || world On | world still opening to the in- | structed | mind | An unex-hausted | universe; and time But | adding to its | glories; while the | soul, Ad- | vancing | ever to the | Source of | light And all per- fection, lives, | a- | dores, | and | reigns, In | cloudless | knowledge, | purity, and | bliss. | H. WARE, JR. Is full of thee. || Forth in the | pleasing | Spring | Thy | beauty | walks, Wide | flush the | fields; thy | tenderness and | love. |17| the | softening | air is | balm ; | Echo the mountains | round; the forest | smiles; | And every sense and | every | heart is | joy. 1971 Then comes thy | glory in the | summer | months, | And oft thy | voice in | dreadful | thunder | speaks; | Thy bounty | shines in | Autumn | uncon- | fined, | And spreads a common | feast for | all that | live. | In winter, | awful | thou! | with | clouds and | storms A- | round thee thrown, || tempest o'er tempest | rolled, | Majestic | darkness! | on the | whirlwind's | wing, | Riding sub- | lime thou | bidst the | world a- | dore; | And humblest | Nature with thy | northern | blast. | | Mysterious | round! | what | skill, what | force di-| vine, | | | | Deep felt, in these ap- pear! a simple | train, | | Yet | so de-lightful | mixed, with | such | kind | art, | Such beauty and be- | neficence com- | bined: 771 Shade | unper- | ceived | so | softening into | shade, | And all so | forming an har- | monious | whole, | That, as they still succeed, they | ravish | still. || | But wandering | oft, with | brute, un- | conscious | gaze, | Man | marks not | thee; marks not the | mighty | hand | That, ever | busy, | wheels the | silent | spheres, Works in the secret | deep, shoots | teeming | thence | The | fair pro- | fusion that o'er- | spreads the | spring, | Flings from the sun di- | rect the flaming | day, | Feeds every creature, hurls the | tempest | forth, And as on earth this | grateful | change re- | volves, | With transport | touches | all the springs of life. Nature attend! | join | every | living | soul | O | talk of him in | solitary | glooms, Where | o'er the rock | the | scarcely | waving | pine And ye whose | bolder | note is | heard a- | far, | Who shake the as- | tonished | world, lift | high to | heaven | | The impetuous | song, and say from whom you | rage. His | praise, ye | brooks, at- | tune, And let me | catch it ye | trembling | rills, | as I ❘ muse a- | long. 771 Ye | headlong | torrents, | rapid and pro- | found; |! Ye softer floods that | lead the | humid | maze A- | long the vale; | and | thou, ma- | jestic | main, | Soft | roll your | incense, | herbs, and | fruits, and | flowers, | Ye that keep watch in heaven, as | earth a- | sleep | | | Un-conscious | lies, ef- | fuse your | mildest | beams; Of thy Creator, ever | pouring | wide, | Ye | thunders | roll; be | hushed the | prostrate | world, | While cloud to cloud re- | turns the solemn | hymn. Bleat | out a- | fresh, ye | hills; | ye | mossy | rocks, | Re-tain the sound; the | broad re- | sponsive | low, Ye | valleys, | raise, for the | Great | Shepherd | reigns, | And his un- suffering | kingdom | yet will | come. 1717 Ye | woodlands, | all a- | wake; | a | boundless | song | Burst from the groves: and when the | restless | day, Ex- | piring, | lays the | warbling | world a- | sleep, [77] Sweetest of birds, sweet | Philo- | mela, | charm The listening shades, and | teach the ❘ night | his | praise.|| Ye chief, for whom the whole cre- | ation | smiles, | At once the head, the | heart, the tongue of all, | Crown the great | hymn. In | swarming | cities | vast, Assembled | men | At | solemn | pauses, | through the | swelling | bass. |17| And as each | mingling | flame in- | creases | each, | In one united | ardor | rise to | heaven. | Or, if you rather choose the | rural | shade, | And find a fane in | every | sacred | grove, |~| There let the shepherd's | flute, The prompting | seraph Still sing the God of | seasons, the | virgin's | lay, | and the | poet's | lyre, as they | roll. For me, when | I for- | get the | darling | theme, || Whether the blossom | blows, the summer | ray | |