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    iC This globe be subject to thy tre ^ d , Yon stars to thy command ; Thine , be the all . contriving head . And all-performing hand %

    So Nature spoke with voice benign , When , from her blackest cave . Bigotry yell'd— a share is mine , From cradle to his grave . " The sun of reason then began To sink , eclips'd in blood ; And He alone can rescue man Who first pronounced him u good . "

    c ; Let there be lighL" 'Twas spoke 5 and light Shot radiant froun above ; O for that word , through mental night To speak the light of love ! X .

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    LINES TO A SLEEPING INFANT . Art thou a thing of mortal birth , Whose happy home is on the earth ? . . * Does human blood with life imbue Those wandering veins of heavenly blue , That stray along thy forehead fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? O ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doom'd to death ; Those features to the grave be sent , In sleep thus mutely eloquent ? Or , art thou , what thy form would seem , The phantom of a blessed dream ?

    Oh ! that my spirit ' s eye could see Whence brirst those gleams of ecstacy I That light of dreaming soul appears To play from thoughts above thy years . Thou smil ' st , as if thy soul were soaring To Heaven , and Heaven ' s God adoring ! And who can tell what visions high May bless an Infant ' s sleeping eye ! What brighter throne Can brightness find To reign on , than an Infant ' s mind , Ere sin destroy \ J , or error dim , The glory of the Seraphim !

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    126 Poetry .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1814, page 126, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2437/page/54/