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A full, o'erflowing horn of good
Upon our Eden he has shower'd, And peace, and hope, and joy embower'd In its sweet silent solitude.
Yes! now I feel the charm divine,
Blest by thy presence, and by thee
What shall I call thee?-Paradise Has million flowers that smiling rise, To kiss thy feet well satisfied.
Love! one shall be our will, and one
Our fate, from the first dawn of day,
Sacred to cheerful love—and praise
PRAISE AND GRATITUDE ON JEHOVAH'S DAY.
KING of the world! I worship thee;
Lord of the mind! the Sabbath 's thine :
A contrite heart, a bended knee,
To-day shall be my corn, my wine.
A choral song for sacrifice
Will mount as fire, and heavenward own
The moon comes up to wake the dew,
To kiss away the meadow's grief;
To let the cloud take anchor there;
And I was born to see and say
How beauty beams, without, within:
To my own soul, outliving sin.
Have come to me from thee, All-wise!—
THERE IS A TONGUE IN EVERY LEAF.
THERE is a tongue in every leaf,
A voice that speaketh everywhere,
In flood and fire, through earth and air;
'Tis the great spirit, wide diffused
I see him in the blazing sun,
I see him, hear him, everywhere,
I feel him in the silent dews,
The soft south wind, the breath of flowers,
And yet-ungrateful that I am!—
My sadness on the loveliest things
Mine own dark spirit threw.
Yet he was patient, slow to wrath,
And still the same rich feast was spread
Not always so I woke again,
The clouds drew up, the shadows fled,
Of darkness and of doubt.
THE GENIUS OF DEATH.
WHAT is Death? 'Tis to be free!
All alike are humble there!
Wraps lord and slave;
Nor pride, nor poverty dares come Within that refuge-house, the tomb!
Spirit with the drooping wing,
Beneath thee strow'd
Sink, like waves upon the shore; Storms shall never rouse them more!
What's the grandeur of the earth
To the grandeur round thy throne!
To thy kingdom all have gone.
The wondrous band
Bards, heroes, sages, side by side,
Earth has hosts; but thou canst show Many a million for her one;