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120 ADDRESS OF ADAM AND EVE.
ADDRESS OF ADAM AND EVE TO THE DEITY.
morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
ADDRESS OF ADAM AND EVE. 121 Acknowledge Him the greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain’d, and when thon
fall'st. Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st; With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies ; And ye five other wand'ring fires, that move In mystic dance, not without song resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the woods' great Author rise, Whether to deck with clouds the uncolour'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers ; Rising or falling, still advance His praise. His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters
blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye
pines, With ev'ry plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, Melodious murmurs warbling, tune His praise. Join voices all, ye living souls; ye birds, That singing up to heaven's gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise ; 122
UNSEEN WATCHERS. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread or lowly creep, Witness if I be silent, morn or e'en, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught His praise. Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal’d, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
More dear than all the rest,
By sin or grief oppress'd,
sleep, And flowers, dissolved in tears of dew, alone sweet
Thither at sultry noon,
Waits for the summer moon,
grove, Thither, by paths unknown to us, sweet fancy
loves to rove.
We may not trace with mortal eye
The path of trackless thought,
Are but as things of nought;
given, That they, while pilgrims here on earth, might
reach in thought e'en heaven.
A sudden pause, a word, a look,
Mid those whom Death hath left us,
Friends of whom he hath reft us;
o'er again In tearful pleasure, though the soul shrinks from
the pleasing pain.
Once more we mark the well-known form
To which so oft we've clung,
Sweet accents from that tongue
sudden wave Of Fancy's magic rod they pass, and sink into the
Lo! we are standing on the mound
Which hides the once-loved head-
The chambers of the dead.
THE MISERIES OF LIFE. Be still, vain thoughts; look up, my soul, to
heaven ; why wilt thou weep? Not flowers alone, but angels, here their solemn
Through all the silent air;
Thy way most secret share.
native earth, Still are they nigh to welcome thee to an immor
THE MISERIES OF LIFE. Ah, little think the gay licentious crowd, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround, They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ; Ah, little think they, while they dance along, How many feel this very moment death, And all the sad variety of pain ; How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame; how many bleed, By shameful variance between man and man; How many pine in want and dungeon-glooms, Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs ; how many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread