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Poetry . —From OldManuscripts . —Sonnet . 177
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God ' s Z , ove . J - * * By tjbee ,, Q Lard Ifch Joints do breath - _ TJby lo ^«* edaoeis Ufe . to alum * i < JfiS ^ wfcJle we tive ^ an earth beneath , ^| y ^ i 3 , OLojradi our only gem . Let ev ^ ry breath toat I draw In From thie dratv Ws \ O Lord ! t
me , That by thy breath , thy joyi within , C prais e * in ay return , and breathe to the * Thou first in mafl a soul didst breathe His life is breath from hcav ' n above ; * Unless ttibu still , O X , ord ! dost breathe His life will straight , his breath , O L . ord remove .
His life is love;—if that be gone There is no joy hot life in him : A cald , dead , barren , empty stone JHfeis , —who eke oight be , a cherubim ! Olta ! -who first in us did ' st bredtne A Kfe dnrtite , from heav ' n above- * - Breathe into us , on earth beneath , New 4 if « from thee . —Oar life , O Lord ! is siove *
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; / f It shall like seas Diffuse and please e £ ach -corner of my hea&t ; Each joy ef thine , - A life divine , To me shall be in every part . No antidote can more my soui revive , - One smile from thee shall make-my soul o .. alive . *
While in this wilderness f £ row , i . Thy face is , Lord , my glorioud sun ! While that doth shine I sweetly flow—: But that remov ed , niy summer * sdoafit ! Revive each * hour , Thy dying ^ flow ' r , ^ t _ 1 Cause me to nourish still ;
So all thy rooms , With sweet perfumes , With life and praise my joys shall fill . My soul to thee sweet odours , Lord , s&ail breathe , If thou first shine upon pie here beneath ,.
Though absent in this wilderness I sojourn as a pilgrim strarige , I love io paths of righteousness To walk , O Lord !^ my ; w 0 e 5 e * cnatt £ i& . My God look tioWh , Thy servant crov / n , " i * ¦ " " ^ Hide not thy fade from tne : To me some joy •* Do thou convey , Let me again thy gterjf see ! Though I am poor , 'thy joys I love tr > see , Thy bliss is mine , such is my love ^ tp thee !
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Sonnet . [ From the Examiner . ] Eternal ano Omnipotent Unseen ! Who badst the wdfld with all its lire $ complete Start from the void , and thrill beneath tby fe ; et t THEE I adoTe with reverence serene , Here in the fields — thine own cathedral
meet Built by thyself—blue roofd—aod \ faim £ with green , Wherein all breathing things in concord sweet , , Organ ' d b ; " wind * perpetual liymns repeat . Here hast thou spread that book to every eyt *
WhO » e tongue anj truth all—^ all tnay read an'd prove—• On whose , three blessed lc * pea "« eajrtforf ; % oclteiA ^ ftkyr- ^ - » y » W Thioe own rig ht hand hath stamps | toig 4 it —^ justice—lotte- * - ' .. - / V . , ,. 0 jj v True Trinity ! which * Jmids in dtte degree God , man and brute hi mutual trnity .
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. A Ifrooping Spirit . That I frhould in myself be dead , A silent Atone , and desolate , .. As if * ll joys were from me fled , Whjlst . TliOU , who didst my soul create , Above dost reign ¦ JL Skw&f ieign
Within thy holy place , In infinite And great delight , AH bteased joys before tby face i Whrit woeful # rief , what sorrow doth it bring—Have pity . Lord ! some comfort tend , O King !
That desert I and Void : should be , All blind , and naked , and f orlorn , ^ or life , nor wealth , nor , joys in me , / jfi p Wessedne ^ s pjyjife adorn . Why should I dead jAjad bani » bed From thee divided lie ? Some , comfort send , O glorious friend ,
And-bead my woeful misery ! Visit tlpy etyld , my soul , O l ^ owjli re * ( ll ^ Wft . For Jespft' 9 pke , Q 9 ^ 4 ^ Br ^ coi ^ fort giw .
Oile dfojr of cornet fa ^ Ib ^ 'ttfrone , * * S ^ - ^<* $ * &- $ *¦ l * * doEt Mot * joy to m *—* ttrtru £ h * ti * but one , Tban se * s of joy , ttal cadtb can lend ;
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1817, page 177, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2462/page/49/
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