XXXII. And Sin still reigns supreme; one deadly sin Whence all foul deeds arise, is found in all; One root of evil-that dark plague within, Man's common birthright ever since man's fall, To those who know it an embitter'd gall Which while the body lasts will leave its stain, To those who know it not, (whate'er they call Their thraldom,-be it pleasure, be it pain,) The law of sin and death, and hell's eternal chain. XXXIII. Alienation of the heart from God: This is the bitter spring whence bitters go; The careless laugh or the desponding groan D XXXIV. Alienation of the heart: from Him Who form'd it for His service; who but spoke Another judgment comes; destruction's final flame XXXV. Must sweep it from creation. Dreadful fate! Will be the cry for mercy: it is done; Amid the crash of nature: fades the sun; The hills and rocks convuls'd, in masses fall And fire eternal wreaths around earth's fated ball. ; XXXVI Oh passing horror! desolated scene! Floats there no ark above the whelming wave? Will none come forth from Heaven's height to save? Ah no! it is not when the billows rave That safety must be sought for. High above, The few who wise in time, dared not to brave God's awful warnings, now securely rove, Borne upwards in the ark of everlasting love. XXXVII. That ark is building now: nay more, 'tis built ; And they whom Mercy warns may enter there While earth fills up the measure of her guilt. Turn then ere yet the arm of God be bare : Turn, turn ye careless ones, nor madly dare Omnipotence. Come while there yet is room And rest ye now in safety. Will they care For such a warning? will they shun their doom And leave at length the paths of everlasting gloom? XXXVIII. Look round thee for the answer. Mercy spurn'd Must cede to Justice.-O Thou holy One, By whom alone the wand'ring heart is turn'd To piety and peace! teach me to shun Thine anger ere the sand of life be run: Give me the heart to ponder nature's lore And read of Thee in all that Thou hast done; In all of Thine which I may wander o'er Thy presence still to know, acknowledge, and adore. XXXIX. The pilgrimage of earth may yet be mine But other lands will be around me then, And Nature's distant charms my muse must sing; While in life's shifting scenes this peaceful glen My wand'ring eyes perchance may never meet again. XL. But THOU art ever near me; still around My varied path: if o'er the wave I ride Give me the humble heart which will confide Its way to thee, and know where'er it wend, Thy light, thy power, thy grace, thy goodness, still extend. XLI. So shall the book of Nature rightly read And leads from things of time to an eternal day. |