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Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent ;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;

As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns ¡
As the wrapt seraph that adores and burns ;
To him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

Cease then, nor ORDER imperfection name:
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame,
Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree
Of blindnes, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
Submit-In this or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear;
Safe in the hand of one disposing paw'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil universal good :

And, spite of Pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.


Confidence in Divine Protection.

How are thy servants blest, O Lord!

How sure is their defence !

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breath'd in tainted air.

Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made ev'ry region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise !


Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,

And fear in ev'ry heart,

When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,

O'ercame the pilot's art.

Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,

Thy mercy set me free;

While in the confidence of pray'r
My soul took hold on thee.

For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore ;

And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly, hope for more.

My life, if thou preserve my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be :

And death, if death must be my doom,

Shall join my soul to thee.


Hymn on a review of the Seasons.


THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ;
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles;
And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Then comes thy glory in the summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun
Shoots full perfection through the swelling year :
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks;


The English Reader.

And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling, eve,
By brooks and groves, in hollow whisp'ring gales,
Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In winter awful thou! with clouds and storms
Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll❜d,
Majestic darkness! On the whirlwind's wing,
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore ;
And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train,
Yet so delightful mix'd with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combin'd;
Shade unperceiv'd so soft'ning into shade
And all so forming an harmonious whole,
That, as they still succeed, they ravish still,
But wand'ring oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand,
That' ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ;
Works in the secret deep; shoots streaming, thence
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring i
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
Feeds ev'ry creature, hurls the tempest forth;
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life.
Nature attend! join ev'ry living soul,

Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join! and ardent, raise
One gen❜ral song!-

Ye, chief, for whom the whole creation smiles,
At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all,
Crown the great hymn!

For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the blossom blows; the summer ray
Russets the plain; inspiring autumn gleams;
winter rises in the black'ning east,

be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more,
And dead to joy, forget my heart to beat!

Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbʼrous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames o'er th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me Since God is ever present, ever felt.

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