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mony? If he gives light, he gives an eye to use it. If he fills the world with a thousand delicious melodies, he forms the ear to enjoy them. If he creates us with animal needs and desires, he furnishes the means of gratifying them.
9. If he implants a religious element in man, he bestows the means of fitting culture; he gives us Revelation and Truth as an answer to the spiritual cry within. So in all things, — in all his works and arrangements, — there is relation, proportion, mutual harmony. And why should it fail in the case before us
1. 0 Thob eternal One! whose presence bright *
All space doth occupy, all motion guide, —
Thou only God! there is no God beside!
Whom none can comprehend and none explore,
Embracing all, supporting, ruling o'er, — Being whom we call God, and know no more!
2. In its sublime research, Philosophy"
May measure out the ocean deep, may count
Though kindled by thy light, in vain would try
3. Thou from primeval nothingness didst ea\lm
Sole origm; all life, all beauty, thine.
Thou art, and wert, and shalt be, glorious, great,
* This first stanza affords an example of the inapplicability of rules of inflection. Many good readers will impart the rising inflection throughout in every line, even at the termination of the last; while others will introduce the falling inflection at every exclamation-point. The pupil will here experience the advantage of Oral instruction from his teaoher
Reason's brightest spark,
4. Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround,
Upheld by thee, by thee inspired with breath *
And beautifully mingled life and death!
So suns are born, so worlds spring forth from thee; And as the spangles in the sunny rays
Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in thy praise.
5. A million torches, lighted by thy hand,
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss;
All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.
A glorious company of golden streams 1
Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams 1 — But thou to these art as the noon to night.
6. Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,
All this magnificence in thee is lost;
And what am /, then ? — Heaven's unnumbered host Though multiplied by myriads, and arrayed
In all the^ glory of subiimest thought, Is but an atom in the balance, weighed
Against thy greatness, — is a cipher brought
Against infimty! O, what am I, then ? —Naught.
7. Naught! But the effluence of thy light divine,
Pervading worlds, hath^eached my bosom too; Yes! in my spirit doth thy Spirit shine,
As shines the sunbeam m a drop of dew.33
Eager toward" thy presence; for in thee
Even to the throne cf thy divinity.
I am,117 0 God, and surely thou must be!
8. Thou art! directing, guiding all. Thou art!
Direct my understanding, then, to thee;
Though but an atom 'mid immensity,
I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth,
Close to the realms where angels have their birth Just on the boundary of the spirit-land!
9. The chain of being is complete in me;
In me is matter's last gradation lost;
I can command the lightning, and am dust!
Whence came I here, and how? so marvellously
Lives surely through some higher energy!
For from itself alone it could not be!
10. Creator, yes! thy wisdom and thy word
Created me! thou Source of life and good!Thou Spirit of my spirit, and my Lord!
Thy light, thy love, in their bright plenitude,
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,80
Even to its Source — to thee — its Author, there.
11. 0 thoughts ineffable! 0 visions blest!
Though worthless our conceptions all of thee,
God ^ thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar;
Thus seek thy presence, Being wise and good!
LXVII. — EXPRESSION IN READING.
1. 'T is not enough the voice be sound and clear, —
The same soft sounds of unimpassioned woes
2. That voice all modes of passion can express
Who lays an equal emphasis118 on all.
3. Some o'er the tongue the labored measures roll
to thy Deity.
DERZHAVIN, TRANSLATED BY BOWRINO. All affectation but creates disgust,
And even in speaking we may seem too just.
4. In vain for them the pleasing measure flows,
5. Some placid natures fill the allotted scene
6. More nature oft and finer strokes are shown
7. He who in earnest studies o'er his part
In the white handkerchief and mournful drawl I
LXTIII. — THE RETURN OF THE DOVE.
1. There was hope in the Ark at the dawning of day,
And uttered in anthems their praise to the Lord
2. When Peace has departed the care-stricken breast,
Keliance on God is the Dove to our Ark,
LXIX. — THE COMPLAINT OF A STOMACH.
1. Being allowed for once to speak, I would fain take the opportunity to set forth how ill, in all respects, we stomachs are used. From the beginning to the end of life, we are either afflicted with too little or too much, or not the right thing, or things which are horribly disagreeable to us; or are otherwise thrown into a state of discomfort. I do not think it proper to take up a moment in bewailing the Too Little, for that is an evil which is never the fault121 of our masters, but rather the result of their misfortunes; and indeed we would sometimes feel as if it were a relief from other kinds of distress, if we were put upon short allowance for a few days. But we conceive ourselves to have matter for a true bill against mankind in respect of the Too Much, which is always a voluntarily-incurred evil.
2. What a pity that in the prog'ress of discovery we can not establish some means of a good understanding between mankind and their stomachs; for really the effects of their non-acquaintance are mostTMHiB^—J^uman beings seem to be, to this day, completely in the dark as to what they ought to take at any time, and err almost as often from ignorance as from depraved appetite. Sometimes, for instance, when we of the inner house are rather weakly, they will send us down an article that we only could deal with when in a state of robust health. Sometimes, when we would require mild semi-farinaceous or vegetable diet, they will persist in all the most stimulating and irritating of viands.
3. What sputtering we poor stomachs have when mistakes of that kind occur! What remarks we indulge in, regarding our masters!" What's this, now?" will a stomach-genius say; "ah, detestable stuff! What a ridiculous fellow that man is! Will he never learn? Just the very thing I did not want. If he would only send down a bowl of fresh leek soup, or barley broth, there would be some sense in it:" and so on. If wc had only been allowed to give the slightest hint now and then, like faithful servants as we are, from how many miseries might we have saved both our masters and ourselves!
4. I have been a stomach for about forty years, during all of which time I have endeavored to do my duty faithfully and puno