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The radiant brightness of that glorious light Is dimmed and clouded by approaching night . Ceased is thy voice ; oblivious time effaced The stamp of glory by thy finger traced . Ages advance , faith growing pale we see , Man places doubt between the world and thee
Yes , Lord , this world neglects , from lapse of time , Thy works , thy glory , and thy name sublime . If we would seek thee now , nor seek in vain , The waves of time we must retrace again . Vainly , through Nature ' s works man roams abroad , If'mid the temple he behold not God . In vain he views the deserts of the sky , And marks the thousand suns revolve on high ;
The hand that o-uides he ceases to adore : The hand that guides he ceases to adore ; Eternal prodigies impress no more : As yesterday they shone , they'll shine each day , And who can tell when first they tracked their way ? Who knows when this bright torch , this glorious sun ,
Our earth to light his early course begun ? Our fathers have not seen its pristine glow , And days eternal no beginning know . In vain , by changes vast , thou dost declare To all the moral world , Lo , God is there .
In vain do human empires pass away , Or at thy bidding other sceptres sway . Inured to change , we own it not the sign Of power supreme , of glory all divine ; Accustomed to these strokes through ages past , Man stupid sleeps—a dreamer to the last .
Awake us , change this earth , oh glorious Lord ! Bid chaos hear thy fertilizing word : 'Tis time—cast off this long repose—arise ; From other nothings call earth , sea , and skies . New scenes our drowsy senses now require , New wonders only can our minds inspire ; Heaven ' s order speaks no more—change then its light ,
Dart a new sun upon our palsied sight . Send forth thy mandate—bid some high behest Destroy this structure , and our faith arrest . Perhaps before this sun shall cease to shine , And pour o ' er earth his quickening light divine , Eclipsed the moral light of mind shall be ,
And wake no more the thoughts to ecstacy : And that same day which quenches heaven ' s fair light , Shall plunge the universe in lasting night . Then with one crash th y useless work shall break , These words from age to age the wreck shall speak : I am alone—and this my high decree , Man ceasing to believe shall cease to be . Clonsheagh , Dublin . M . B .
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Translation of De Lamartines Poem , Dieu . 233
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VOL . IV . S
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1830, page 233, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2583/page/17/
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