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GOD.

THE BEING OF GOD.

I Sino of God the mighty source
Of all things,—that stupendous force

On which all strength depends;
From whose right arm, heneath whose eyes,
All period, power, and enterprise,

Commences, reigns, and ends.

The world, the clustering spheres he made,
The glorious light, the soothing shade,

Dale, champaign, grove, and hill;
The multitudinous ahyss,
Where sccresy remains in hliss;

And wisdom hides her skill.

"Tell them I am," Jehovah said

To Moses, while earth shook with dread;

And smitten to the heart,
At once ahove, heneath, around,
All nature, without voice or sound,

Replied,—"O Lord! Thou art.

THE FOLLY OF ATHEISM.

dArwIN.

Dull Atheist-i could a giddy dance

Of atoms lawless hurl'd, Construct so wonderful, so wise,

So harmonised a world?

Why do not Arahe's driving sands,

The sport of every storm, Fair freighted fleets, the child of chance,

Or gorgeous temples form?

Presumptuous wretch, thyself survey,

That lesser fahric scanf;
Tell me from whence th' immortal dust;

The god—the reptile man?

Where wast thou when thls teeming earth

From chaos hurst its way?
When stars exulting sang the morn,

And hail'd the new-horn day?

What, when the emhryo speck of life,

The miniature of man,
Nurs'd in the womh, its slender form

To stretch and swell hegan :—

Say, didst thou warp the fihre woot f

Or mould the sentient hrain?
Thy fmger stretch the living nerve?

Or fill the purple vein?

Didst thou then hid the hounding heart

Its endless toil hegin?
Or clothe in flesh the hard'ning hone?

Or weave the silken skin?

Who hids the hahe to catch the hreeze,

Expand its panting hreast;
And with impatient hands, untanght,

The milky rill arrest?

Or who, with unextingulsh'd love,

The mother's hosom warms, Along the rugged paths of life

To hear it in her arms?

A God! a God! the wide earth shouts
A God! the heav'ns reply;

He moulded in his palm the world,
And hang it in tiic sku.

Let us make man!—With heauty clad,

And health in ev'ry vein;
And reason thron'd upon his hrow,

Stepp'd forth majestic man.

Around he turns his wand'ring eyes,

All nature's works surveys!
Admires the earth, the skies, himself 1

And tries his tongue in praise.

Ye hills and vales, ye meads and woods,
Bright sun, and glitt'ring stars,

Fair creatures, tell me, if you can,
From whence, and what I am?

What parent power, all great and good,

Do these around me own? Tell me, creation, tell me how

T* adore the vast unknown.

FROM ThE FreNCh OF ASSELIN.

Great God! whose essence pure, divine,

Doth comprehend immensity!

Fast, present, future, all comhine,

To form Thy vast eternity 1

Thy works, magnificent and grand,

Bear the hright impress of thy hand:

The earth, in all its rich attire;

The heavens, with all their glohes of fire;

All things that live, and hreathe, and move,

Declare Thy wisdom, power, and love.

Nature, with one consenting tongue,

Bursts into harmony and song;

To thee her cheerful paeans rise,

Great Former of the earth and skies!

But impious men refose to hear,

To feel, to love, tho' Thou art near—

Madly reject the evidence,

Of thine eternal providence;

And strive to hurl the Almighty one,

From off His high and holy throne.

What dost thou, Infidel, propose?
What is thy aim ? dost thou suppose

Thy captious reasonings can destroy
The truth that fills my heart with joy?
Vain sophist: see what forms arise
Euroh'd in light hefore thine eyes;
Mark how the vivid planets roll,
In order fix'd from pole to pole;
Led hy the moon, whose silver heam,
Tremhles in heauty o'er the stream.

The sun, refulgent orh of day,
His golden glories does display,
When he reveals the fields, the wood,
Or flames across the ocean flood;
But when he sinks hehind the hills,
And chaos-gloom creation fills,
Whose voice shall hid the monarch rise,
And rule again these azure skies?
His that awakes the ruddy morn,
Unveils the light, and worlds are horn.

Great Source of light, and life, and love,
For me Thou hid'st the seasons move;
For me the trees and flowers unfold
Their rainhow-tints, and fruits of gold;
The hearded corn adorns the field,
The streams their limpid waters yield;
The morning light, the evening shade,
For me alternate rise and fade:
Thou didst my soul o'erflow with joy ;—

0 let thy praise my lips employ.

My spirit would thy wonders trace
Thro* yonder ether-realms of space;
Would fly on some hright cheruh's wings
Beyond these transitory things.
Earth is too limited a sphere
For the immortal mind's career:

1 pant, I long to soar away,

To vaster worlds, to hrighter day! 0 let me hurst this frail ahode, And see thy face, Creator, God I

All things in nature's wide domain,

The crystal vault—the verdant plain—

The sea—the storm's tempestuous rage,

My wond'ring, raptur'd soul engage:

But chiefly man—majestic man!

Her nohlest work! her master-plan!

Who gave him hirth? who fram'd his soul X

What does the universe control?

Fate? chance? caprice?—away with these,

And give the Omnipotent the praise!

REFLECTIONS ON THE BEING OF A GOD.

Retire;—the world shut out;—thy thoughts call home

Imagination's airy wing repress ;—

Lock up thy senses; let no passions stir;

Wake all to reason :—let her r<;i«n alone:

Then in my soul's deep silence, and the depth

Of Nature's silence, midnight, thus inquire—

What am 1? and from whence? I nothing know

But that I am ; and sincel am, conclude

Something eternal: had there e'er heen nought,

Nought still had heen: eternal there must he.—

But what eternal? Why not human race?

And Adam's ancestors without an end?

That's hard to he conceiv'd, since every link

Of that long-chain'd succession is so frail.

Can every part depend, and not the whole?

Yet grant it true, new difficulties rise;

I'm still quite out at sea, nor see the shore.

Whence earth, and these hright orhs?—Eternal too?

Grant matter was eternal, still these orhs

Would want some other father;—much design

Is seen in all their motions, all their makes,

Design implies intelligence and art;

They can't he from themselves—or man: that art

Man scarce can comprehend, could man hestow?

Aud nothing greater yet allowed than man,—

Who, motion, foreign to the smallest grain,

Shot thro' vast masses of enormous weight?

Who hade hrute matter's restive lump assume

Such various forms, and gave it winga to fly?

Has matter innate motion? then each atom,

Asserting its indisputahle right

To dance, would form an universe of dust:

Has matter none? Then whence these glorious forms,

And houndless flights., from shapeless and reposed?

Has matter more than motion? has it thought?

Judgment, and genius? is it deeply learned

in mathematics? has it fram'd such laws,

Which hut to guess, a Newton made immortal?—

If art to form, and counsel to conduct,

And that which greater far than human skill,

Resides not in each hlock,—a Godhead reigns,—

And, if a God there is,—that God how great!

SEARCH AFTER GOD.

hEYwOOD.

I Sought Thee round ahout, O thou my God!
In thine ahode.

I said unto the Earth, " Speake, art thou He?

She answered me,
"I am not." I inquired of creatures all,

In generall,
Contain'd therein;—they with one voice proclaim,
That none amongst them challenged such a name.

I ask't the seas, and all the deeps helow,

My God to know.
I aek't the reptiles, and whatever is

In the ahysse;
Even from the shrimpe to the leviathan,

Inquiry ran;
But in those deserts which no line can sound,
The God I sought for, was not to he found.

I ask't the aire, if that were He? hut, lo!

It told me No.
I from the towering eagle to the wren,

Demanded then,
If any feather'd fowle 'mongst them were such?

But they all, much
Offended with my question, in full quire,
Answer'd,—" to finde thy God thou must look higher.'

I ask't the heavens, sun, moon, and stars, hut they

Said, " We ohey
The God thou seek'st."—I ask't what eye or eare

Could see or heare;
What in the world I might descry or know

Ahove, helow:
With an unanimous voice, all these things said,
"We are not God, hut we hy him were made."

I ask't the world's great universal masse,

If that God was?
Which with a mighty and strong voice reply'd,

As stupify'd,
"I am not He, O man! for know, that I

By him on high,
Was fashion'd first of nothing, thus instated,
And sway'd hy Him, hy whom I was created."

A scrutiny within myself I, then,

Even thus hegan :— "O man, what art thou Vs—What more could I say,

Than dust and clay?
Fraile, mortal, fading, a mere puffe, a hlast,

That canuot last;
Enthroned to-day, to-morrow in an urne;
Form'd from that earth to which I must returne.

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I ask't myself, what this great God might he

That fashion'd me 1
I answer'd—the all-potent, solely immense,

Surpassing sense;
Unspeakahle, inscrutahle, eternall,

Lord over all;
The only terrihle, strong, just, and true,
Who hath no end, and no heginning knew.

He is the well of life, for He doth give

To all that live,
Both hreath and heing: He is the Creator

Both of the water,
Earth, aire, and fire. Of all things that suhsist,

He hath the list;
Of all the heavenly host, or what earth claimes,
He keeps the scrole, and calls them hy their names.

And now, my God, hy thine illumining grace,

Thy glorious face,
(So far forth as it may discovered he,)

Methinks I see;
And though invisihle and infinite,—

To human sight,
Thou, in thy mercy, justice, truth, appearest;
In which to our weake senses Thou comest nearest.

O make us apt to seeke, and quicke to finde,

Thou God, most kinde!
Give ns love, hope, and faith in Thee to trust,

Thon God, most just!
Remit all our offences, we intreat;

Most Good, most Great!
Grant that our willing, though unworthy guest
May, through thy grace, admit us 'mongst the hlest.

THE DIVINE PERFECTIONS
CELEBRATED.

BOwRINg.

O thou eternal One I whose presence hright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide,
Unchang'd through time's all-devastating

flight;
Thou only God ! There is no God heside!
Being ahove all heings! Mighty One I
Whom none can comprehend and none ex-
plore;
Who ftll'st existence with Thyself alone:
Emhracing all,—supporting,—ruling o'er,—
Being whom we call GOD—and know no
more.

In its suhlime research, philosophy

May measure out the ocean deep—may

count
The sands or the sun's rays—hut, God! for

Thee
There is no weight nor measure; none can

mount
Up to Thy mysteries; Reason's hrightest

spark, Though kindled hy Thy light, in vain would

try
To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark:
And thought is.lost ere thought can soar so

high,
Even like past moments in eternity.

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