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Nature silent all around,
Sleep, self-lovers, is for you-
ON THE SAME.
Season of my purest pleasure,
Sealer of observing eyes! When, in larger, freer measure,
I can commune with the skies; While, beneath thy shade extended,
Weary man forgets his woes; I, my daily trouble ended,
Find, in watching, my repose. Silence all around prevailing,
Nature hush'd in slumber sweet, No rude noise mine ears assailing,
Now my God and I can meet : Universal nature slumbers,
And my soul partakes the calm, Breathes her ardour out in numbers,
Plaintive song or lofty psalm.
Now my passion, pure and holy,
Shines and burns without restraint; Which the day's fatigue and folly
Cause to languish, dim and faint :
Charming hours of relaxation !
How I dread the ascending sun ! Surely, idle conversation
Is an evil, match'd by none.
I have ears for none but love.
Hearing my absurd replies ;
Nor the knowledge of the wise,
Simple souls, and unpolluted,
By conversing with the great,
To their dignity and state ;
Are but talents misapplied ;
Nothing human choose beside.
'Tis the secret fear of sinning
Checks my tongue, or I should say, When I see the night beginning,
I am glad of parting day: Love this gentle admonition
Whispers soft within my breast; “ Choice befits not thy condition,
Acquiescence suits thee best."
Henceforth, the repose and pleasure
Night affords me I resign;
Wisdom infinite! of mine :
Quarreling with thy decrees; Wayward nature finds the occasion
'Tis her folly and disease.
Night, with its sublime enjoyments,
Now no longer will I choose ; Nor the day, with its employments,
Irksome as they seem, refuse; Lessons of a God's inspiring
Neither time nor place impedes; From our wishing and desiring
Our unhappiness proceeds.
ON THE SAME.
Night! how I love thy silent shades,
My spirits they compose;
In spite of all my woes.
In every slumbering eye,
In blest tranquillity.
And when I feel a God immense
His favour to my heart;
Though most divinely fillid With all the ineffable content
That Deity can yield. His purpose
and his course he keeps ; Treads all my reasonings down; Commands me out of nature's deeps,
And hides me in his own.
Our pride of heart we lay;
away. Thou whom I serve, and whose I am,
Whose influence from on high
And makes my fetters fly.
Who thwarts thy gracious power ;
Increasing every hour !
How luminous and clear!
Lest thou shouldst disappear.