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Till Thou my unbelief remove,
Sole Origin - all life, all beauty Thine;
Thy word created all, and doth create;
A hidden God indeed Thou art
Thy absence I this moment feel;
Concealed, Thou art a Saviour still;
My Saviour Thou, not yet revealed;
Yet will I Thee my Saviour call, Adore Thy hand - from sin withheld —
Thy hand shall save me from my fall: Now, Lord, throughout my darkness shine, And show Thyself for ever mine.
Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with breath!
And beautifully mingled life and death!
Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry
A million torches lighted by Thy hand
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss — God.
They own Thy power, accomplish Thy command,
All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss. O THOU eternal One! whose presence bright What shall we call them Piles of crystal light
All space doth occupy, all motion guide - A glorious company of golden streams Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight! Lamps of celestial ether burning bright
Thou only God - there is no God beside! Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams!
But Thou to these art as the noon to night.
All this magnificence in Thee is lost:-
And what am I then – Heaven's unnumbered In its sublime research, philosophy
There is no weight nor measure; none can mount Is but an atom in the balance, weighed
Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would try Against infinity! What am I then Naught!
Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosom too ; Even like past moments in eternity.
Yes! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine,
As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew. Thou from primeval nothingness didst call Naught! but I live, and on hope's pinions fly
First chaos, then existence - Lord! in Thee Eager towards Thy presence - for in Thee Eternity had its foundation; all
I live, and breathe, and dwell, aspiring high, Sprung forth from Thee -- of light, joy, har Even to the throne of Thy divinity, mony,
I am, 0 God! and surely Thou must be !
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
C. Lamb. 114
... Luther. 841
... Lowell. 150
Maginn. 472 As I gaed down by yon house-en Anonymous. 496
B. Taylor. 554 A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim. Whitman. 397
. Anonymous. 575
Hunt. 118 Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea. Tennyson. 300
Blunt. 247 As o'er his furrowed fields, which lie. Whittier. 757
T. Moore. 179
Bethune. 777 As through the land at eve we went.. Tennyson. 160
Smits. 149 A thousand miles from land are we. B. Cornwall. 67
Hood. 596 Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints. Milton. 742
Read. 104 Ay, this is freedom--these pure skies. Bryant. 85
Doddridge. 836 Balder, the white sun-god, has departed. Anonymous. 638
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead.. R. Browning. 325
B. Harte. 60
Adam, 265 Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe. Donne. 775
Ingelow. 298 Ben Bobstay, a tar of the jolly old sort. Anonymous: 470
..Hogg. 12 Die down, O dismal day! and let me live..David Gray. 108
.Sappho. 261 Dip down upon the northern shore.. Tennyson.
Shakespeare, 105 Dost thou look back on what hath been. Tennyson. 166
R. T. Cooke. 565
Hogg. 579 Down lay in a nook my lady's brach. H. Taylor. 726
Holmes. 181 Down the dimpled greensward dancing. ..Darley. 132
Tennyson. 566 Drink to me only with thine eyes.. Philostratus. 249
P. Fletcher. 812
Milman. 827 Each sorrowful mourner, be silent... Prudentius. 830
Emerson. 55 Earth has not anything to show more fair.. Wordsworth.
Oldys. 55 Earth, with her ten thousand flowers. Anonymous. 847
.C. Lamb. 463 Eight bells ! eight bells ! their clear tone tells...Butler. 762
Landon. 127 Farewell to Lochaber! and farewell, my Jean.. Ramsay. 576
.M. Arnold. 320 Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong. Burns. 497
Praed. 693 Father, thy wonders do not singly stand. Very. 792
T. Moore. 173
Tennyson. 273 First catch your clams - along the ebbing edges. Craffut. 462
Marlowe. 258 Five years have passed five summers..... Wordsworth. 78
dkenside. 419 From my lips in their defilement.. Damascenus. 802
. Anonymous. 576
. Shakespeare. 595 From Stirling Castle we had seen.. Wordsworth. 74
Tennyson. 744 Full many a glorious morning have I seen. Shakespeare. 164
B. Cornwall. 61
St. Ambrose. 838 Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many Dibdin. 456
God makes sech nights, all white an' still Lowell. 290
. Anonymous. 286
..J. Montgomery. 800