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Except through him—through him, who stands alone,
[atone! Of worth, of weight, allow'd for all mankind to
He rais'd the lame, the lepers he made whole,
He fix'd the palsied nerves of weak decay, He drove out Satan from the tortur'd soul,
And to the blind gave or restor'd the dayNay more-far more unequallid pangs sustain'd, Till his lost fallen flocks his taintless blood regain'd.
My feeble feet refus'd my body's weight,
Nor would my eyes admit the glorious light, My nerves convuls'd, shook, fearful of their fate,
My mind lay open to the powers of night. He, pitying, did a second birth bestow, A birth of joy--not like the first of tears and woe.
Ye strengthen'd feet, forth to his altar move ; Quicken, ye new-strung nerves, the' enraptur'd
lyre ; Ye heaven-directed eyes, o'erflow with love ;
Glow, glow, my soul, with pure seraphic fire; Deeds, thoughts, and words, no more his mandates
break, But to his endless glory work, conceive, and speak.
0! penitence, to virtue near allied,
Thou canst new joys e'en to the bless'd impart: The listening angels lay their harps aside,
To hear the music of thy contrite heart; And heaven itself wears a more radiant face, When charity presents thee to the throne of grace.
Chief of metallic forms is regal gold ;
Of elements, the limpid fount that flows; Give me, 'mongst gems the brilliant to behold;
O’er Flora's flock imperial is the rose: Above all birds the sovereign eagle soars ; And monarch of the field the lordly lion roars. What can with great leviathan compare,
Who takes his pastime in the mighty main ? What, like the sun, shines through the realms of air,
And gilds and glorifies the ethereal plainYet what are these to man, who bears the sway? For all was made for him—to serve and to obey. Thus in high heaven charity is great,
Paith, hope, devotion, hold a lower place; On her the cherubs and the seraphs wait,
Her, every virtue courts, and every grace; See! on the right, close by the’ Almighty's throne! In him she shines confess'd, who came to make her
Deep-rooted in my heart then let her grow
That for the past the future may atone; That I may act what thou hast given to know,
That I may live for thee and thee alone, And justify those sweetest words from heaven, 66 That he shall love thee most* to whom thou'st
* Luke vii. 41, 42, 43,
ETERNITY OF THE SUPREME BEING.
Hail, wondrous Being, who in power supreme
May then the youthful, uninspired bard Presume to hymn the’ Eternal; may he soar Where seraph, and where cherubim on high Resound the unceasing plaudits, and with them In the grand chorus mix his feeble voice ?
He may, if thou, who from the witless babe Ordainest honour, glory, strength, and praise, Uplift the' unpinion'd muse, and deign to' assist, Great Poet of the universe ! his song.
Before this earthly planet wound her course
Thou art-all glorious, all beneficent,
But is the æra of creation fix'd
But yet (if still to more stupendous heights
Perhaps—but all's conjecture here below,
A day shall come when all this earth shall perish,
Nor shall the verdant valleys then remain
Nor thou, illustrious monarch of the day: