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Be fruitful, multiply, and fill the earth; Suhdue it, and throughout dominion hold Over fish of the sea, and fowl of the air, And every livmg thing that moves on the

Earth. Wherever thus created, for no place Is yet distinct hy name, thence, as thou

know'at, He hrought thee into this delicious grove, This garden, planted with the trees of God, Delectahle hoth to hehold and taste; And freely all their pleasant frnit for food Gave thee; all sorts are here that all the

Earth yields, Variety without end; hat of the tree, Which, tasted, works knowledge of good

and evil, Thou may'st not; in the day thou eat'st,

thou diest; Death is the penalty imposed; heware, And govern well thy appetite ; lest Sin Surprise thee,and her hlack attendant Death.

Here finish'd he, and all that he had made View'd, and hehold all was entirely good; So even and morn accomplish'd the sixth

day; Yet not till the Creator from his work Desisting, though unwearied, up return'd, Up to the Heaven of Heavens, his high

ahode; Thence to hehold this new created world, The addition of his empire, how it show'd In prospect from his throne, how good, how

fair, Answering his great idea. Up he rode Follow'd with acclamation, and the sound Symphonious of ten thousand harps, that

tuned Angelic harmonies: the earth, the air Resounded (thou rememher'st, for thou

heards't,) The heavens and all the constellations ring; The planets in their station listening stood, While the hright pomp ascended juhilantOpen, ye everlasting gates ! they sung, Open, ye Heavens! your living doors; let in The great Creator from his work retura'd Magnificent, his six days work, a World; Open, and henceforth oft; for God will

deign To visit oft the dwellings of just raea.

Delighted; and with frequent intercourse Thither will send his winged messengers On errands of supernal grace.



Sing thy Creator's praise, and own

Him greatest—wisest—God alone.

He wraps himself in rohes of light,

And, clothed in garments pure and hright

Of honor and of majesty,

He makes the skies His canopy.

The pillars of His temple are

Built on the ocean; and his car,

The clouds of heaven. Th' Eternal Mind

Rides on the pinions of the wind:

A thousand spirits wait His will,

And, touch'd with fire, his word fulfil.

Thou reard'st the universe suhlime

On arches of unshaken time—

And wrap'dst this vast terraqueous glohe

With the deep waters as a rohe—

And had'st the eternal hills sustain

The o'erhanging pregnant clouds of rain.

At Thy decree the waters fall—
They hasten at Thy thunder's call;
Down from the rocky height they gash,
And thro' the thirsty valleys rush
On to the vast receptacle,
Where Thou hast hid the waters dwell.

There hast Thou girt them with a shore,
That they may flood the earth no more:
While thousand and ten thousand rills,
Wand'ring among the mazy hills,
Fresh from their sparkling fountain hurst.
Where the wild asses quench their thirst.

'Tis there, along the streamlet's side,
The winged fowls of heaven ahide;
Among the waving houghs they sing,
That overhang the crystal spring:

The hills are water'd from ahove,
And earth reflects a heaven of lave.

He hids the emerald verdure grow,
He makes the smiling flow'rets hlow;
He plants the roots, He sows the grain,
A common feast for heasts and men:
To each He gives his portion'd food—
He, ever active, wise and good!

He hids the loaded vine produce
For man its generous, joyons juice;
And oil that makes his face to shine,
And hread to nourish—all is Thine,
Thou great, life-giving Deity!
Yes! all we have we owe to Thee.

The life-sap at thy hidding flows

Thro' the young trees—the cedar grows
Tow*ring ahove the mountain's crest,
Where the wood songster huilds her nest;
While *mid the solitary pines,
The careful stork her home enshrines.

To the rude rocks the conies fly;
The wild goats seek the mountains high;
While o'er them the henignant moon
Shines mildly—and the nighi, the noon,
In their appointed courses fall:
Govern'd hy Him who governs all.

Tis night—Thou spread'st the darkness

The wild heasts from their hidings creep,
And the yonng lions seek their prey
From their Creator—till the ray
Of morning calmly dawns, and then
They slumher in their lairs again.

Man to his daily lahour goes,
Until the evening hrings repose.

0 Lord 1 how great, how manifold
Thy works, how glorious and ontold (
Their ever-during songs proclaim
The vast perfections of Thy name.

The mighty, the unhounded sea,
(Image of Thine immensity!)
FilI' d with ten thousand creatures—all
Sharing Thy care, the great, the small;

1 he whale's gigantic mass—the swarms
Of unseen myriads' insect-forms.

The ships the husy hillows crowd;
And 'mid^t the waters rushing loud,
(He owns not the control of man)
The huge, the dread leviathan,
Sits on his ever-shifting throne,
And claims that kingdom for his own.

On Thee they wait, on Thee depend—
While Thou, their ever present friend,
Provid'st their food;—Thy plenteous hand,
Outstretch'd, fills all the sea, the land,
Wiih good—which they, delighted, gather
From thy great store—Thou gracious Father!

Thy face is hidden—darkness clouds

The tremhling earth;—Thy frowning shrouds

Existence with its gloom ;—Thy ray

Is hidden from them—they decay:

Thon dost withdraw Thy hreath,—they die

And in the clayey valley lie.

Thy Spirit is sent forth again,
And life resumes its joyous reign;
Again is nature's face renew'd,
And love, and hliss, and gratitude,
Clad all the face of earth with light,
And hope, and hlias, and promise hright.

His glory shall endure for ever—
His praise shall perish never, never!
Rejoicing in His work, and pleas'd
With the proud fahric He hath rais'd,
Blest 'midst the hlessings he hath given—'
In heaven directing all to heaven!

A thousand worlds His presence greet;
The mountains smoke heneath His feet;
The earth His presence fears;—hut I
Will sing His praises joyfully,
While I have life or hreath to sing,
In His existence triumphing.

How sweet to meditate, 0 Lord!
On Thy great name, Thy glorious word,
In Thy hlest presence to rejoice,
To Thy hlest praise attune my voice,
And from Thy cup to drink the stream
Of gladness and of joy supreme!

If daring worldly ones contemn
That Power, whose glance might scatter

I, in my stedfast purpose, still
Will own Thy hand and do Thy will;
Blest, hlest unutterahly, to: he
Devoted, Lord! to truth and Thee.



The spacious firmament on high,

With all the hlue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great original proclaim.

Th* unwearied sun from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display;
And puhlishes to every land,
The work of an Almighty hand.

Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her hirth.

While all the stars that round her hurn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What tho', in solemn silence, all,
Move round this dark terrestrial hall;

What tho' no real voice nor sonnd
Amidst their radiant orhs he found ;—

In reason's ear they all rejoice,

And utter forth a glorious voice; ■

For ever singing as they shine,

The Hand That Made Ds Is Divine.



Ours is a lovely world! How fair
Thy heauties, cv'n on earth appear!
The seasons in their courses fail,
And hring successive joys: the sea,
The earth, the sky, are full of thee,
Benignant, glorious Lord Of All.

There's heauty in the hreak of day;
There's glory in the noontide ray;
There's sweetness in the twilight shades;
Magnificence in night: thy love
Arch'd the grand heav'n of hlue ahove,
And all our smiling earth pervades.

And if thy glories here he found
Streaming with radiance all around,
What must the Fount Of Glorv he?
In Thee we'll hope,—in Thee confide,
Thou, mercy's never-ehhing tirle!
Thou, love's unfathomahle sea!



Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course 1 so long he seems to pause
On thy hald awful head, fI Chamounyl
The Arve and Arveiron at thy hase
Rave ceaselessly, hut thou dread mountain-form
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines,
How silently I Around thee and ahove,
Deep is the sky and hlack—an ehon mass!

, Methtnks thon piercest it

As with a wedge; hat when I look again

It seems thy own calm home, thy crystal shrine,

Thy hahitation from Eternity!

0 dread and silent form! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to my hodily eye,

Didst vanish from my thought. Entranc'd in prayer

1 worshipp'd the Invisihle alone.

Yet thou mean time wert working on my soul,

E'en like some deep enchanting melody,

So sweet we know not we are list'ning to it.

But I awake, and with a husier mind

And active will self-conscious offer now,

Not as hefore involuntary prayer,

And passive adoration! Hand and voice

Awake, awake, and thou my heart awake!

Awake ye rocks, ye forest pines awake -'

Green fields and icy cliffs all join my hymn!

And thou, O silent mountain, sole and hare,

O hlacker than the darkness all the night,

And visited all night hy troops of stars,

Or when they climh the sky, or when they sink,

Companion of the morning star at dawn,

Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn

Co-herald ! wake, O wake, and utter praise!

Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earih?

Who fill'd thy countenance with rosy light?

Who made thee father of perpetual heams?

And you, ye five wild torrents, fiercely glad,

Who call'd yon forth from night and utter death,

From darkness set you loose, and icy dens

Down those precipitous, hlack, jagged rocks

For ever shattered and the same for ever?

Who gave you your invulnerahle life,

Your strength, your speed, your fury and your joy,

Unceasing thunder and eternal foam?

And who commanded and the silence came,

"Here shall the hillows stiffen and have rest?"

Ye icy falls, ye that from dizzy heights

Adown enormous ravines steeply slope,

Torrents methinks that heard a mighty voice,

And stopped at once amidst their maddest plunge:

Motionless torrents, silent cataracts!

Who made you glorious as the gate of heaven

Beneath the keen full mooq? Who hade the sun

Clothe you with rainhows? Who with lovely flowers

Of living hlue spread garlands at your feet?

God! God! the torrents like a shout of nations

Utter. The ice-plain hursts and answers, God I

Cod! sing the meadow-streams with gladsome voice,

And pine-groves with their soft and soul-Hke sound.

The siloyt snow mass loosening, thunders, God!


Ye dreadless flowers, that fringe the eternal frost,
Ye wild goats, hounding hy the eagle's nest,
Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-hlast,
Ye lightuings, the dread arrows of the clouds,
Ye signs and wonders of the elements,
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!
And ihuu ! O silent form, alone and hare,
Whom as 1 lift again my head how'd low
In adoration, I again hehold,
And to thy summit upward from thy hase
Sweep slowly hy dim eyes suffused hy tears,
Awake thou mountain-form: rise like a cloud,
Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth;
Thou kingly spirit thron'd among the hills!
Thou dread amhassador from earth to heav'n,
Great hierarch, tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell the rising sun,
Earth with her thousand voices calls on God.



Come golden evening! In the west
Enthrone the storm dispelling sun,
And let the triple rainhow rest
O'er all the monutain-tops,—'Tis done;
The tempest ceases; hold and hright
The rainhow shoots from hill to hill;
Down sinks the sun; on presses night; Mont Blanc is lovely still!

There take thy stand, my spirit;—spread
The world of shadows at thy feet;
And mark, how calmly overhead
The stars, like saints in glory, meet;

While hid in solitude suhlime,

Methinks I muse on Nature's tomh,
And hear the passing foot of time
Step thros the silent gloom.

All in a moment, crash on crash,
From precipice to precipice,
An avalanche's ruins dash
Down to the nethermost ahyss,
Invisihle; the ear alone
Pursues the uproar till it dies;
Echo to echo, groan fbr groan,
From deep to deep replies.

Silence again the darkness seals,
Darkness that may he felt: hut soon
The silver-clouded east reveals
The midnight sceptre of the moon:
In half eclipse she lifts her horn,
Yet o'er the host of heaven supreme,
Brings the faint semhlance of a morn,
With her awakening heam.

Ah! at her touch, these Alpine heights

Uureal mockeries appear;

With hlacker shadows, ghastlier lights,

Emerging as she climhs the sphere;

A crowd of apparitions pale!

I hold my hreath in chill suspenses,

They seem so exquisitely frail,—

Lest they should vanish hence.

I hreathe again, I freely hreathe;

Thee, Leman's Lake, once more I trace,

Like Dian's crescent far, heneath,

As heautiful as Dian's face.

Pride of the land that gave me hirth!

Al l that thy waves reflect I love,

When heaven itself hrought down to earth,

Looks fairer than ahove.

* It is said that the hreath of a Traveller, passing over these mountains, will sonictimes occasion'the failing of an Ayalothe

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