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There is a tongue in every leaf,
There's not a star whose twinkling light,
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these, 279
The Spirit breathes upon the Word,
The scene was more beautiful far, to my eye,
The trumpet's voice the Sabbath of the Jubilee, &c., 197
The voice of nature, yea, the voice of God,
The world with stones instead of bread,
They sin who tell us love can die,
This world is all a fleeting show,
Thou art, O God, the life and light,
Thou art gone to the grave, but
Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on,
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme,
Through shades and solitudes profound, .
Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord,
'Tis but one family! the sound is balm,
“'Tis from the Lord,” the humbled monarch cried, 231
To-morrow!-mortal, boast not thou,
To 'scape from chill misfortune's gloom,
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky,
Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside,
'T was Eve's pensive twilight, the valley was gray, 68
'Twas summer, and a Sabbath eve,
Types of eternal rest—fair buds of bliss,.
Vital spark of heavenly flame,
Warriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword, 132
Weep, mourner, for the joys that fade,
What is death?' 'T is to be free,
When, as returns this solemn day, .
When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
When faith and love, which parted from thee never, 167
When gathering clouds around I view,
When I consider how my light is spent,
When I have seen thy snowy wing,
When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
When life as opening buds is sweet,
When, marshall'd on the nightly plain,
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Ye are fair, ye are fair; and your pensive rays,
THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
As the good shepherd leads his sheep
Through paths secure,
Doth keep them sure;
And follow thee?
From bondage free?
Thy wondrous love?
Thy purpose move:
Shepherd! with joy we hear thy call
That leads to heaven:
So freely given!
No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth;
But, on their thrones of light,
Filled the blue vault of night
Not often catch the hymn;
the music of the spheres,”
Who watched, that night, their fold,
As o'er them was unrolled
This burst of heavenly song
In chorus loud and long :
“To God be glory! for, this day,
Hath shot from Judah's stem
The royal diadem
Shall grace the brows of one whom ye
Shall in a manger find;
The Savior of mankind.
“To God be glory! Peace on earth!
Glory to God again!
There comes good will to men!"
This, of thy law the sum :
SO SHALL THY KINGDOM COME.
THE FUTURE LIFE.
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
And perishes among the dust we tread ?
If there I meet thy gentle presence not,
In thy serenest eyes the tender thought.
That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given ? My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,
Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven? In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind,
In the resplendence of that glorious sphere,