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Lips of the morn embathed in dew,
And who was she, in virgin prime
And May of wornanhood,
In shadowy tints have stood ;
Of gentle blood ;-upon her birth
Consenting planets smiled,
That frolic round the child;
How long her date 't were vain to guess:
The pencil's cunning art
One motion of the heart;
Her joys and griefs, alike in vain,
Would fancy here recall ;
Lulled in oblivion all ;
Where dwelt she?--Ask yon aged trec,
Whose boughs embower the lawn, Whether the birds' wild minstrelsy Awoke her here at dawn ;
Whether beneath its youthful shade,
The Dead are like the stars by day:
Withdrawn from mortal eye,
In glory through the sky:
Somewhere within created space,
Could I explore that round,
Where she might still be found;
An angel in that glorious realm
Where GOD Himself is King :
Presumption, check my wing ;
Of her of whom these pictured lines
A faint resemblance form,
Aloof amid the storm;
Ah! then, perchance, this dreaming strain,
Of all that e'er I sung,
When shot the meteor of my fame,
THE VISIBLE CREATION.
The God of Nature and of grace
In all His works appears ; His goodness through the earth we tracc,
His grandeur in the spheres.
Behold this fair and fertile globe,
By Him in wisdom planned, 'T was He who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.
Lift to the firmament your eye;
Thither his path pursue ;
O'erwhelms the wondering view.
He bows the heavens—the mountains stand
A highway for their GOD;
'Tis Eden where He trod.
The forests in His strength rejoice;
Hark! on the evening breeze,
Is heard among the trees.
Here on the hills He feeds His herds,
His flocks on yonder plains;
Oh, could we catch their strains !
Mount with the lark, and bear our song
Up to the gates of light,
In every stream His bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth;
The breath of life and health.
His blessings fall in plenteous showers
Upon the lap of earth, That teems with foliage, fruit, and flowers,
And rings with infant mirth.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare
Will Paradise be found !
“THOU, GOD, SEEST ME.”
Gen. xvi. 13.
O GOD unseen, but not unknown,
Thine eye is ever fixed on me;
Encompassed by Thy Deity.
Throughout this universe of space
To nothing am I long allied,
My strongest, dearest bonds divide.
Friends whom I knew, I know no more; Companions once that cheered my way
Have dropt behind or gone before. Now I am one amidst the crowd
Of life and action hurrying round; Now left alone,-for like a cloud
They came, they went, and are not found. Even from myself sometimes I part,
Unconscious sleep is nightly death;
Of all that I have done or said
How little can I now recall ! Forgotten things to me are dead;
With Thee they live, Thou know'st them all. Thou hast been with me from the womb,
Witness to every conflict here;
Before Thy bar I must appear.
Of all my time to be foretold, Though when, and where, and how, can none
Of all the race of man unfold.
That moment comes, when strength must fail,
When health, and hope, and comfort flown, I must go down into the vale
And shade of death, with Thee alone.
Alone with Thee;—in that dread strife,
Uphold me through mine agony,
Exchanged for immortality.
Where flesh and blood have never trod,
Of Thee, my Saviour and my God; Be mine eternal portion this,
Since Thou wert always here with me, That I may view Thy face in bliss,
And be for evermore with Thee.
Zech. xiv. 7.
At evening-time let there be light :