Mid yon rich clouds' voluptuous pile, Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest, to gaze below a while,
Then turn to bathe and revel there.
The sun breaks forth; from off the scene Its floating veil of mist is flung; And all the wilderness of green
With trembling drops of light is hung.
Now gaze on Nature-yet the same- Glowing with life, by breezes fann'd, Luxuriant, lovely, as she came,
Fresh in her youth, from God's own hand.
Hear the rich music of that voice,
Which sounds from all below, above;
She calls her children to rejoice,
And round them throws her arms of love.
Drink in her influence; lowborn Care, And all the train of mean Desire,
Refuse to breathe this holy air,
And mid this living light expire.
GOD of the earth's extended plains! The dark green fields contented lie : The mountains rise like holy towers, Where man might commune with the sky: The tall cliff challenges the storm
That lowers upon the vale below, Where shaded fountains send their streams, With joyous music in their flow.
God of the dark and heavy deep!
The waves lie sleeping on the sands, Till the fierce trumpet of the storm
Hath summon'd up their thundering bands; Then the white sails are dash'd like foam, Or hurry, trembling, o'er the seas, Till, calm'd by thee, the sinking gale Serenely breathes, Depart in peace.
God of the forest's solemn shade ! The grandeur of the lonely tree, That wrestles singly with the gale, Lifts up admiring eyes to thee; But more majestic far they stand,
When, side by side, their ranks they form, To wave on high their plumes of green, And fight their battles with the storm.
God of the light and viewless air! Where summer breezes sweetly flow, Or, gathering in their airy might,
The fierce and wintry tempests blow; All-from the evening's plaintive sigh, That hardly lifts the drooping flower, To the wild whirlwind's midnight cry— Breathe forth the language of thy power.
God of the fair and open sky!
How gloriously above us springs The tented dome, of heavenly blue, Suspended on the rainbow's rings! Each brilliant star that sparkles through, Each gilded cloud that wanders free In evening's purple radiance, gives The beauty of its praise to thee.
God of the rolling orbs above!
Thy name is written clearly bright In the warm day's unvarying blaze, Or evening's golden shower of light.
What though the rash request be fraught with fate, Nor human eye may look on thine and live? Welcome the penalty! let that come now
Which soon or late must come. For light like this Who would not dare to die?
Peace, my proud aim, And hush the wish that knows not what it asks.
Await his will, who hath appointed this
With every other trial. Be that will
Done now as ever. For thy curious search, And unprepared solicitude to gaze
On Him-the Unreveal'd-learn hence, instead, To temper highest hope with humbleness. Pass thy novitiate in these outer courts, Till rent the veil, no longer separating The holiest of all; as erst disclosing A brighter dispensation; whose results Ineffable, interminable, tend
E'en to the perfecting thyself, thy kind, Till meet for that sublime beatitude,
By the firm promise of a voice from heaven Pledged to the pure in heart!
WITH What a stately and majestic step That glorious constellation of the north Treads its eternal circle! going forth Its princely way among the stars in slow And silent brightness. Mighty one, all hail! I joy to see thee on thy glowing path Walk, like some stout and girded giant; stern, Unwearied, resolute, whose toiling foot Disdains to loiter on its destined way.
The other tribes forsake their midnight track,
And rest their weary orbs beneath the wave; But thou dost never close thy burning eye, Nor stay thy steadfast step. But on, still on, While systems change, and suns retire, and worlds Slumber and wake, thy ceaseless march proceeds. The near horizon tempts to rest in vain. Thou, faithful sentinel, dost never quit
Thy long appointed watch; but, sleepless still, Dost guard the fix'd light of the universe, And bid the north for ever know its place. Ages have witness'd thy devoted trust, Unchanged, unchanging. When the sons of God Sent forth that shout of joy which rang through heaven,
And echoed from the outer spheres that bound The illimitable universe, thy voice
Join'd the high chorus; from thy radiant orbs The glad cry sounded, swelling to His praise, Who thus had cast another sparkling gem, Little, but beautiful, amid the crowd
Of splendours that enrich his firmament. As thou art now, so wast thou then the same. Ages have roll'd their course, and time grown gray; The earth has gather'd to her womb again, And, yet again, the myriads that were born Of her uncounted, unremember'd tribes.
The seas have changed their beds; the eternal hills Have stoop'd with age; the solid continents Have left their banks; and man's imperial works- The toil, pride, strength of kingdoms, which had flung Their haughty honours in the face of Heaven, As if immortal-have been swept away: Shatter'd and mouldering, buried and forgot. But time has shed no dimness on thy front, Nor touch'd the firmness of thy tread; youth, strength,
And beauty still are thine; as clear, as bright, As when the Almighty Former sent thee forth, Beautiful offspring of his curious skill,
And sow'd corruption in those fairy bowers? Has War trod o'er them with his foot of fire?
And Slavery forged his chains; and Wrath, and Hate, And sordid Selfishness, and cruel Lust,
Leagued their base bands to tread out light and truth, And scatter'd wo where Heaven had planted joy? Or are they yet all paradise, unfallen'
And uncorrupt; existence one long joy, Without disease upon the frame, or sin Upon the heart, or weariness of life; Hope never quench'd, and age unknown,
And death unfear'd; while fresh and fadeless youth Glows in the light from God's near throne of love? Open your lips, ye wonderful and fair!
Speak, speak! the mysteries of those living worlds Unfold! No language? Everlasting light And everlasting silence? Yet the eye
May read and understand. The hand of God Has written legibly what man may know, THE GLORY OF THE MAKER. There it shines,
Ineffable, unchangeable; and man,
Bound to the surface of this pigmy globe, May know and ask no more. In other days, When death shall give the encumber'd spirit wings, Its range shall be extended; it shall roam,
Perchance, among those vast mysterious spheres,
Shall pass from orb to orb, and dwell in each, Familiar with its children; learn their laws, And share their state, and study and adore The infinite varieties of bliss
And beauty, by the hand of Power divine Lavish'd on all its works.
Shall thus roll on with ever fresh delight; No pause of pleasure or improvement; world On world still opening to the instructed mind An unexhausted universe, and time
But adding to its glories. While the soul, Advancing ever to the Source of light And all perfection, lives, adores, and reigns In cloudless knowledge, purity, and bliss
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