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    Behold , behold the God by all adored , Him Abraham servedf— to him Pythagoras soar'd In musing dreams , and Socrates the Sage Announced him God—the God of every age . By distant glimpses Plato ' s mental sight Perceived the glory of the Lord of light .

    Reason reveals this God to mortal eye , Him justice waits for—misery looks on high . This is the God by Christ on earth display'd , But not the God by man's invention made ; Explain'd by error to the weak and blind , By crafty priests disfigured to the mind . He is alone—is one—is just—is good ; Earth sees his work—in Heaven * tis understood .

    Happy who knows him—who adores more bless'd , Who , by the world or injured or depress ed , Alone , illumined by the lamps of night , By faith arises to the source of light ; His soul consuming with a fire divine . As incense burns before the holy shrine .

    But he , whose humbled spirit would arise , Must borrow strength and virtue from the skies ; On wings of flame must seek the heavenly goal ; Desire and love are pinions of the soul . Why did not destiny my birth command , When man came fresh from his Creator ' s hand ?

    Near God by innocence , near God by time , He walk'd before him , yet unstain'd by crime . Why view'd I not thy first bright sun , oh earth ! Why heard thee not , oh man ! at thy first birth ? With thee the Lord conversed—the world proclaim'd The great Supreme , who is Almighty named : Nature arising in her earliest flame ,

    Declared , in every sense , her Author ' s name ; This name , conceal'd by ages , now roll'd on , O ' er all thy works in traits more dazzling shone . Man , in past days , arose to thee alone ; He cried , " My Father ; " Thou— " 'Tis I , my son . "

    Long time thy voice vouchsafed to teach his mind , Long time wert thou the leader of mankind , When erst thy clory thou to flesh display'd , At Shinar's valley , and at Mamre's shade , In Horeb's burning bush , or Sinai's hill , When Moses to the Hebrews taught thy will . Those first-born sons of men , a chosen band ,

    For forty years supported b y thy hand , Thy lively oracles tneir souls impress'd , Thy works miraculous their senses bless'd ; And when they thee forgot , thine angel came , And to their wand ' ring hearts recall'd thy name . But soon , as rivers turning from their source , This pure remembrance alters in its course .

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    232 Translation of De Lamartine ' s Poem , Diet / .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1830, page 232, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2583/page/16/