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Or walls of sea-green marble piled
Then the light of morning lay
On exulting Egypt came,
And her cars on wheels of flame,
With a quick and sudden swell
On myriads of bright-armed men,
Then did Israel's maidens sing,
And our timbrels' flashing chords,
Lo! against thy people come
Craze the chariot wheels of Rome ?
Thy stern anger overthrow?
From sadder than Egyptian wo,
In this wide world the fondest and the best
HYMN OF NATURE.
God of the earth's extended plain!
The dark green fields contented lie; The mountains rise like holy towers,
Where man might commune with the sky: The tall cliff challenges the storm
That lowers upon the vale below, Where shaded fountains send their streams,
With joyous music in their flow. God of the dark and heavy deep!
The waves lie sleeping on the sands, Till the fierce trumpet of the storm
Hath summoned up their foreign bands; Then the white sails are dashed like foam,
Or hung, trembling, o'er the seas, Till, calmed by thee, the sinking gale
Serenely breathes, Depart in peace. God of the forest's solemn shade!
The grandeur of the lonely tree, That wrestles singly with the gale,
Lifts up admiring eyes to thee; But more majestic far they stand,
When, side by side, their ranks they form, To weave on high their plumes of green,
And fight their battles with the storm.
God of the light and viewless air !
When summer breezes sweetly flow, Or, gathering in their angry might,
The fierce and wintry tempests blow; All—from the evening's plaintive sigh,
That hardly lifts the drooping flower, To the wild whirlwind's midnight cry
Breathe forth the language of thy power.
God of the fair and open sky!
How gloriously above us springs The tented dome of heavenly blue,
Suspended on the rainbow's rings! Each brilliant star that sparkles through,
Each gilded cloud, that wanders free In evening's purple radiance, gives
The beauty of its praise to thee.
God of the rolling orbs above!
Thy name is written clearly bright In the warm day's unvarying blaze,
Or evening's golden shower of light. For every fire that fronts the sun,
And every spark that walks alone Around the utmost verge of heaven,
Were kindled at thy burning throne.
God of the world! the hour must come,
And nature's self to dust return;
Her crumbling altars must decay ;
Her incense fires shall cease to burn; But still her grand and lovely scenes
Have made man's warmest praises flow : For hearts grow holier as they trace
The beauty of the world below.
OH, THOU! BEFORE WHOSE RADIANT
BY MRS. HEMANS.
On, Thou! before whose radiant shrine
Entranced, adoring seraphs bend;
And mortal prayer attend ?
Around Thee beams fair mercy's purest ray ;
Thou bidst creation tremble and obey !
Then, robed in darkness and in clouds,
Chaos and night thy dark pavilion form ;
Glares in the lightning, rushes in the storm!