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THE BEING OF GOD.
I Sino of God the mighty source
On which all strength depends;
Commences, reigns, and ends.
The world, the clustering spheres he made,
Dale, champaign, grove, and hill;
And wisdom hides her skill.
"Tell them I am," Jehovah said
To Moses, while earth shook with dread;
And smitten to the heart,
Replied,—"O Lord! Thou art.
THE FOLLY OF ATHEISM.
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;
The god—the reptile man?
Where wast thou when thls teeming earth
From chaos hurst its way?
And hail'd the new-horn day?
What, when the emhryo speck of life,
The miniature of man,
To stretch and swell hegan :—
Say, didst thou warp the fihre woot f
Or mould the sentient hrain?
Or fill the purple vein?
Didst thou then hid the hounding heart
Its endless toil hegin?
Or weave the silken skin?
Who hids the hahe to catch the hreeze,
Expand its panting hreast;
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
He moulded in his palm the world,
Let us make man!—With heauty clad,
And health in ev'ry vein;
Stepp'd forth majestic man.
Around he turns his wand'ring eyes,
All nature's works surveys!
And tries his tongue in praise.
Ye hills and vales, ye meads and woods,
Fair creatures, tell me, if you can,
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?
Thy captious reasonings can destroy
The sun, refulgent orh of day,
Great Source of light, and life, and love,
0 let thy praise my lips employ.
My spirit would thy wonders trace
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.
I Sought Thee round ahout, O thou my God!
I said unto the Earth, " Speake, art thou He?
She answered me,
I ask't the seas, and all the deeps helow,
My God to know.
In the ahysse;
I ask't the aire, if that were He? hut, lo!
It told me No.
But they all, much
I ask't the heavens, sun, moon, and stars, hut they
Said, " We ohey
Could see or heare;
I ask't the world's great universal masse,
If that God was?
By him on high,
A scrutiny within myself I, then,
Even thus hegan :— "O man, what art thou Vs—What more could I say,
Than dust and clay?
That canuot last;
I ask't myself, what this great God might he
That fashion'd me 1
Lord over all;
He is the well of life, for He doth give
To all that live,
Both of the water,
He hath the list;
And now, my God, hy thine illumining grace,
Thy glorious face,
Methinks I see;
To human sight,
O make us apt to seeke, and quicke to finde,
Thou God, most kinde!
Thon God, most just!
Most Good, most Great!
THE DIVINE PERFECTIONS
O thou eternal One I whose presence hright
In its suhlime research, philosophy
May measure out the ocean deep—may
spark, Though kindled hy Thy light, in vain would