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GOD . " .-- ¦ ; - ¦ < : t .- i . n ¦ . ivuT- * - ** FROM THE DtJTCH OF HEI / MtfRS : r ^ r In the Original Mea $ ur& + ^ f ' . < ¦ ¦ ¦ I ii ' ¦ . < ;
How can my thoughts aspire to Thee , O Power Eternal ! . Inspirer ! source of light divine 1 Lost ' midst Thy works , yon sea ^ s of suiis supernal That are , that : fiash , arid cease to shine ? Fain would I claa myself in morning ' s purple wing ; Vainl y I try life r s boundary to o ' erspring ; ^ But sinking in my nothingness , ^ Weary and faint and courageless , I scarcely dare to raise my vojce to Thee , my Kittgi And what are planets , say—^ what suns- —but flickering tapers - Burning thro' nature ' s vast , unmeasur ed frame ? Aldebaran shall fade , dissolv ed in vapours ;
And Sirius shall put out his scarlet name . Millions of suns in Nature ' s mighty womb are lost ; What are they , Lord I to Thee ?—Vile particles of dust-Bubbles of air , blown by the stormy host—Drops of the sea ^* - * . . . Mists of the morn;—and less thati these to Thee , Spirit above i all-feeling and all-= seeing I . What are they ? Nought to Thee , unutterable Being ! Who art , and wert , and still shalt be !
In this small speck that we ( poor fools ) call world , —& place In which we dwell an hour , and pass away , Yet round us ( proud ones 1 ) hurl our weak anathemas . ¦; -=-Can man some rugged altar raise , that may Be vast enough for Thy eternal praise— - ^ - ! - Fit for a heav e nly hymn , —^ a God-ascending lay ? . Thou Bratna , or Jehovah ! Thou Woden , Tien , Jove 1
Whom thought tte * er Reached , —nor reason ever fully knew j ~ ^ > Enough to know , the * songs of pure and faithful love Rise to Thy throne from Christian , Moslem , Jew , . *>> . / Where shajl I seek Thee , where Eternal ! find ? Listeneth Thy ear to thewild lion ' s roar * . ^ r ' ^ On Zaara ' s horrid shore ;—^ There in Kolibria howling to the wind ? j . Hearest thou the thunder ' s call ? '
Dost Thou with the eagle above man's vision tower ? Art Thou in Niagara ' s waterfall ? In Saturn's ring , —or hidden in yonder flower ? No ! no 1 Thou art not there ;—my thoughts distracted runs Forwards and backwards , helpless and opprest ; I seek , — -I find Thee not amidst a myriad suns ;—But O ! I fakd Thee in my breast . Thou , Lord t didst give me language ;* -& fe Thine ! * . .
An effluence of TO spirit—O convey . ^ w . My spirit , soaring Mtyj fiight divine . ' . * .. . . l ^^ k ^ jt * ' '¦ - ¦' Thro' efcrth Wb ^ ikU on its sky ^ Mercmg way ! ^ fytt .. * Perpleirt ,--Cf > nfu ^ d i stand ,- —1 cattnilt &n £ ? : - ' * §? & $ *<' . l , ' ^ ymm homage c ^ n * fcriiig ? r ' ^ ? i £ •> # ^ fl < Ju !^ e ^^ ¦ ' - ?*** ' ' " ' ¦¦* xv ^ v , 1 | feel t $ m \ God is A ^ i * / - ^ Peace , Spirifct 1 Peace t . '" - > . ,. t v , - ;^ ' .. > • •• . " ;¦•¦ .. , . . . . .. " '¦ ' ^^ # ^^^ Vn ^¦ mi ^ te ' . sjjjr ' ,. ¦ . , . ^^ i ^^^^^^ v j ^ -. «( -iw » - -v ,, ' . ' >^ h * 'a-- >
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1820, page 617, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2493/page/53/
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