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Tosses where chance its scatter'd body throws, Infinity of wisdom, power, and love, So toss'd his troubled soul, and nowhere found re Through the still'd heart in shadowy visions move, pose.
Link'd with all space, all being, deep and vast :
'Tis a vague sense of future and of past, Heated and feverish, then he closed his tome
Of things beyond the stars, of death, of birth, And went to wander by the ocean side,
Of a wing'd spirit wandering o'er the earth, Where the cool breeze at evening loved to come,
Travelling from sun to sun, of whispering wind, Murm'ring responsive to the murm'ring tide;
Of thunder, of a more than mortal mind, And as Augustine o'er its margent wide
That sometimes visits man : a rolling flood Stray'd, deeply pondering on the puzzling theme,
Invisible ; an infinite tide of good, A little child before him he espied ;
O'erflowing all ; a presence in the air, In earnest labour did the urchin seem,
Upon the land, the waters, everywhere! Working with heart intent close by the sounding
God! God! word written on the waves, impress'd stream.
Upon fair Nature's universal breast,He look'd, and saw the child a hole had scoop'd,
Wafted by every breeze, and borne along Shallow and narrow, in the shining sand,
By every motion that has sense or songO'er which at work the labouring infant stoop'd,
Splendent above and beautiful below, Still pouring water in with busy hand :
The soul of all the universe art Thou ! The saint address'd the child in accents bland :
We find Thee there—we revel in the thoughtFair boy,' quoth he, 'I pray, what toil is thine ?
Forgive the daring, Lord! we know Thee not. Let me its end and purpose understand.'
When man hath scaled the heavens, and weigh'd the The boy replied, “An easy task is mine,
sun, To sweep into this hole all the wide ocean's brine.'
And visited the stars-then, Infinite One!
Then may he, then, though still unworthily, Oh, foolish boy!' the saint exclaim'd, 'to hope Lift up his thoughts and turn his eyes to Thee ;
That the broad ocean in that hole should lie!' To Thee, whose glorious brightness human eye “Oh, foolish saint l'exclaim'd the boy, 'thy scope Ne'er gazed on yet in its intensity. Is still more hopeless than the toil I ply!
O God! I tremble when on Thee I think ;
Of profanation-yet I love Thee: read
My doubting, fearing heart-it loves indeed ! Confine the ocean in this tiny pit,
Loves, and would fain obey-Oh, touch the chord Than finite minds conceive God's nature infinite!' That vibrates at Thy name, and tune it, Lord !
To reverence and to virtue : all beside 1502. GOD. Infinity of
The vain desires of folly or of pride
All, all I throw, an offering at Thy feet; Thou, Lord ! art all in all, and man is nought:
Accept that homage, Being Infinite !-Bowring. For though in privileged hours his soaring thought Would seem to catch a glance of Thee, Thy light Soon becomes dazzling, and he sinks in night.
1503. GOD. Knowledge of Yes! we are blind—and when we most aspire,
FATHER of light and life, Thou good supreme ! Most feel our weakness and our vain desire.
Oh teach me what is good !-teach me Thyself ! We trace the comets in their orbits-Aly
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From star to star, across the crowded sky,
From every low pursuit ! and feed my soul And, far beyond what natural powers discern,
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Guided by art, we nature's mysteries learn :
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss ! But when we think of Thee-confounded, lost,
Thomson. From one proud billow to another toss'd, Our reason wreck'd, the horizon shaded o'er,
1504. GOD. Love of We dash upon a dark and dangerous shore.
Why comes this fragrance on the summer breeze, What art Thou, Lord ? By what high name, what The blended tribute of ten thousand flowers,
To me a frequent wanderer ’mid the trees Of majesty, shall we address Thee, Lord ?
That form those gay, though solitary bowers? God! awful sound, recess of mystery !
One answer is around, beneath, above, God! what strange notions of infinity,
The echo of the voice, that God is Love."
Why bursts such melody from bush and tree,
The overflowing of each songster's heart, So filling mine that it can scarcely be
Content to listen, but would take its part? 'Tis but one song I hear where'er I rove, Though countless be the notes, that ‘God is Love.'
In heaven's starr'd pavement at the midnight hour,
In roseate hues that come at morning dawn,
In woods and waters, hills and velvet lawn,
Nor less this pulse of health, this step of joy,
This heart so moved with beauty, perfume, song, This spirit, soaring through a gorgeous sky,
Or diving ocean's coral caves among,
Davies. 1505. GOD. Messengers of
All that in this wide world we see,
Oh, struggling with the darkness all night long,
Coleridge. 1507. GOD. Name of
The great name,
The fearful storms that sweep the sky,
Each mercy sent when sorrows lower,
Nor thus content, Thy gracious hand,
1506. GOD. Morning Hymn to
IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNIX. AWAKE, my soul! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake, Voice of sweet song! Awake, iny heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale !
1508. GOD. Ode to O Thou eternal One ! whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide : Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight;
Thou only God! There is no God beside! Being above all beings! Mighty One! 1 Whom none can comprehend and none explore ;
Who fill'st existence with Thyself alone :
Yes ! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine, Embracing all-supporting-ruling o'er
As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew. Being whom we call God-and know no more ! Nought! yet I live, and on hope's pinions fly
Eager towards Thy presence ; for in Thee
I live, and breathe, and dwell; aspiring high,
I am, O God! and surely Thou must be !
Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would try Direct my understanding, then, to Thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart: And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high, 1 Though but an atom 'midst immensity, Even like past moments in eternity.
Still I am something, fashion'd by Thy hand!
I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth, Thou from primeval nothingness didst call
On the last verge of mortal being stand, First chaos, then existence : Lord! on Thee
Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Eternity had its foundation ; all
Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land !
The chain of being is complete in me;
In me is matter's last gradation lost,
And the next step is spirit-Deity! Thou art, and wert, and shalt be! Glorious! Great!
I can command the lightning, and am dust! Light-giving, life-sustaining Potentate!
A monarch, and a slave; a worm, a god!
Whence came I here ? and how so marvellously Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround,
Constructed and conceived ? unknown ! this clod Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with breath! Lives surely through some higher energy; Thou the beginning with the end hast bound,
For from itself alone it could not be! And beautifully mingled life and death!
Creator, yes! Thy wisdom and Thy word As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze,
| Created me! Thou source of life and good! So suns are born, so worlds spring forth from
Thou spirit of my spirit, and my Lord ! Thee:
Thy light, Thy love, in their bright plenitude And as the spangles in the sunny rays
Fill'd me with an immortal soul, to spring Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry
Over the abyss of death, and bade it wear Of heaven's bright army glitters in Thy praise.
The garments of eternal day, and wing A million torches lighted by Thy hand
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, Wander unwearied through the blue abyss;
Even to its source-to Thee—its Author there. They own Thy power, accomplish Thy command,
O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest ! All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.
Though worthless our conceptions all of Thee, What shall we call them? Piles of crystal light Yet shall Thy shadow'd image fill our breast, A glorious company of golden streams
And waft its homage to Thy Deity. Lamps of celestial ether burning bright
God! thus alone my lonely thoughts can soar; Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ?
Thus seek Thy presence, Being wise and good! But Thou to these art as the noon to night.
'Midst Thy vast works admire, obey, adore ;
And when the tongue is eloquent no more,
The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.
Derzhavin, tr. by Bowring.
1509. GOD. Omnipotence of In all the glory of sublimest thought,
The Lord our God is clothed with might, Is but an atom in the balance, weigh'd
The winds obey His will ;
He speaks, and in His heavenly height
Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land
With threat'ning aspect roar :
The Lord uplifts His awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
Without His high behest,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
In distant peals it dies;
And sweeps the howling skies.
Ye monarchs, wait His nod,
To celebrate your God.-H. K. White.
When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O’ershadows all the earth and skies,
Is sparkling with unnumber'd eyes, -
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ;
Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. -Moore.
1512. GOD. Praise to
To His feet thy tribute bring ;
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him! praise Him!
1510. GOD. Omnipresence of To whom thus Michael with regard benign: * Adam ! thou know'st heaven His, and all the earth, Not this rock only ; His omnipresence fills Land, sea, and air, and every kind that lives, Fomented by His virtual power, and warmd ; All the earth He gave thee to possess and rule, No despicable gift ! surmise not then His presence to these narrow bounds confined, Of Paradise, or Eden: this had been Perhaps thy capital seat ; from whence had spread All generations, and had hither come From all ends of the earth, to celebrate And reverence thee, their great progenitor. But this pre-eminence thou hast lost, brought down To dwell on even ground now with thy sons. Yet doubt not but in valley and in plain, God is, as here, and will be found alike Present; and of His presence many a sign Still following thee, still compassing thee round With goodness and parental love ; His face Express, and of His steps the track divine.'- Milton.
Father-like He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows; In His hands He gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes :
Praise Him! praise Him!
Angels, help us to adore Him,
Ye behold Him face to face ;
Praise Him ! praise Him!
1513. GOD: reveals Himself only to the humble.
1511. GOD: our life and light. Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee. Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
To critic cold and sly God never yet appear'd;
Oriental, tr. by Alger.
When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven,Those hues, that mark the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine.
1514. GOD: seen in little things.
Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height,
Thou feign'st to be remote, and speak'st
As if from far above, That fear may make more bold with Thee,
And be beguiled to love.
In all the immense, the strange, the old,
On earth Thou hidest, not to scare
Thy children with Thy light ; Thou showest us Thy face in heaven,
When we can bear the sight.--- Faber.
1515. GOD. Submission to
REPINE not, nor reply; View not what Heaven ordains with reason's eye ; Too bright the object is, the distance is too high. The man who would resolve the work of fate, May limit number and make crooked straight: Stop thy inquiry then and curb thy sense, Nor let dust argue with omnipotence.—Prior.
1519. GOD: the soul of Nature. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul; That changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all!
Pape. 1520. GOD: the soul's supreme joy.
1516. GOD. Thanks due to
To th' infinitely Good we owe Immortal thanks; and His admonishment Receive, with solemn purpose to observe Immutably His sovereign will, the end Of what we are.—Milton.
1517. GOD: the Author and End of our being. O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light Divine ! 'Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast, With silent confidence, and holy rest; From Thee, great God! we spring—to Thee we
tend, Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.
But, oh! thou bounteous Giver of all good,
1518. GOD: the Eternal Father.
FATHER! the sweetest, dearest name
That men or angels know! Fountain of Life, that had no fount
From which itself could flow!
Thou comest not, Thou goest not;
Thou wert not, wilt not be ; Eternity is but a thought
By which we think of Thee. Lost in Thy greatness, Lord! I live,
As in some gorgeous maze; Thy sea of unbeginning light
Blinds me, and yet I gaze.
Lord of heaven! beyond our sight