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      Sweeter than rill , or stream , or verbal bird , The dark and melancholy woods among . And golden worlds in that wide ; temple glow , And roll in brightness , in their orbits vast ; And there the future mingles with the past . An unbeginning , an unending now . Death ! they may call thee what they will , but thou Art lovely in my eyes—thy thoughts to me

      No terror bring ; but silence and repose , And pleasing dreams , and soft serenity . Thou wear ' st a wreath where many a wild flower blows ^ And breezes of the south play round thy throne - , And thou art visited by the calm bright moon ; And the gay spring her emerald mantle throws Over thy bosom $ every year renews

      Thy grassy turf , while man beneath it sleeps ; Evening still bathes it with , its gentle dews , Which every morn day ' s glorious monarch sweeps With his gay smile away : —and so we lie , Gathered in the storehouse of mortality . That storehouse overflows with heavenly seed ; And , planted by th' Eternal Husbandman , Watered and watched , it shall hereafter breed

      A progeny of strength , no numbers can Or reach or reckon . It shall people heaven ; Fill up the thrones of angels : —it shall found A kingdom , knowing nor decay nor bound , Built on the base by gospel promise given .

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      Thursday ' morning . Come forth in thy purple robes again , Thou brightest star of heaven ! Another day the Guardian of men Has to His children given . Receive the gift with gratitude : My soul ! to thy Maker ascend , And bear thy songs to the Source of good , To thy Father and thy Friend .

      Bring Him thy morning tribute meet , Devotion ' s offering ; How privileged to hold communion sweet With thine and creation ' s King 1 I look around , —a thousand things Enjoy the sunny beam : And Nature her million voices brings To form an anthem to Him . O join the songs of the air , the grove , And the chorus of the sea ;

      For , hark 1 the spirits of light above Re-echo the harmony . And see ! ten thousand angels smile Thro * the firmament ' s golden doors ; And from silver clouds , heaven ' s hand the while Scatters our path with flowers . The senses indeed must be dark and dull , That in nature no charms can see ; For beauty ' s self is more beautiful To the eye of piety .

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      PoeHt $ r-Mr . " M " Bowring > s atins and Vespers . 413

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1823, page 413, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1786/page/45/