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That rose-tree's cluster'd arches! See !
Above that consecrated tree
UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH.
O Thou Great Being! what thou art
Surpasses me to know;
Are all thy works below.
Thy creature here before thee stands,
All wretched and distress'd;
Obey thy high behest.
Sure thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath!
Or close them fast in death!
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design;
To bear, and not repine !
EXODUS Xx. 12.
The voice of nature, yea, the voice of God,
Commands to honor those that gave us birth, Even her, from whose supporting bosom flow'd
By far the sweetest stream that flows on earth;
Whose tongue of kindness never knew a dearth Of soothing words that could our griefs allay—
Even him who listen’d to our prattling mirth, Who early taught our infant lips to pray, And led our tottering steps to walk in wisdom's way.
parent is indeed a tender friend,
And if once lost, we never more shall find A bosom that so tremblingly can blend
Its feelings with our own congenial mind;
Our lips may speak their anguish to the wind That hurries heedlessly and wildly by
Our hearts, to lonely agony consign'd, May throb without relief—for no reply Comes from the mouldering breasts that in their grave
And then we pause to think—alas ! how late!
Of deeds that wrung a parent's heart with pain ; And oh! could we but open death's dark gate,
And lead them back into the world again
Oh! but once more to see their face! 'tis vain! Once more to hear their voice !-t is sweetly driven
Across our fancy, and expires,—and then
WHERE can I go from Thee!
All-present Deity! Nature, and Time, and Thought, thine impress bear;
Through earth, or sea, or sky,
Though wide and far I fly,
The perfume of the rose,
And every flower that blows,
The corn that crowns the fields,
The fruits the garden yields, Proclaim the bounties that can never fail.
The vapor and the cloud,
The thunder bursting loud,
The ocean as it roars,
Lashing the rocks and shores,
The vasty globes that roll,
Each on his own firm pole,
Prove that, indeed, Thou art
The life-wheel and the heart
From thee I cannot fly;
Thine all-observing eye
How far soe'er I go,
Thou all my path wouldst know, And bring the wanderer to this earth again.
But why should I depart?
'T is safety where thou art; And could one favor'd spot thy being hold,
I, poor, and vain, and weak,
That sacred spot would seek,
A THOUGHT ON THE SEA-SHORE.
BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Thy dwelling is on high :
That thou, my God, art nigh:-
Feels after thee in vain,