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THE MONTHLY REPOSITORY AND REVIEW . NEW SERIES , No . L .
FEBRUARY , 1831 .
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Thk bell has ceased . While it tinkled among the rocks , my solitude was not complete , though no one is nigh . Now may I be freely wrought upon by sound and motion , stimulated and soothed by influences which man can only interpret to me and not originate . Thou rolling sea ! thou shalt be my preacher . Of old was that office given to thee . Wisdom was in her native seat before the throne of God when thy bounds were fixed ; and from her was thy commission received to be the measure of tinfe , a perpetual suggestion of eternity , an admonition to *• rejoice ever before Him . " Thine is the only unwearied voice : thy sound alone hath not died away from age to age ; and from thee alone is man willing to hear truth from the day that his spirit awakes to that when his body sleeps for ever .
By the music of thy gentle lapse it is thine to rouse the soul from its primal sleep among the flowers of a new life ; blossoms whose beauty is unseen , whose fragrance is unheeded , till at thy voice all is revealed to the opening sense . What tidings of the spirit are there which thou hast not revealed or confirmed b y thy mur / nur in the sunny noon , or thy lonely midnight hymn , or by thy wintry swell , rousing the rocks to answer thee , and drowning the chorus of the blasts ? Every other voice utters , and is again silent ; men
speak in vain and are weary : if they are regarded , they still become weary The nightingale that sings far inland , nestles in the silence when the moon goes down . These winds which tune their melodies to thine , pause that thou mayest be heard ; and yonder caverns which sing a welcome to the winds as they enter , are presently still . But if thou shouldst be hushed , it would be as if Wisdom herself were struck dumb ; to me , communing with thee in this lonely cove ; to the Indian in another hemisphere , now perhaps questioning tbee of the departed spirits he has loved , and of the Greater Spirit whom he would fain know and love better ; to the babes and to the wise
who tread thy shores to learn of thee in sport or in meditation . If at noonday thou shouldst be stilled , men would look up to the sun to see it shaken from its sphere : if at midnight , all sleepers would rise to ask why God had
SABBATH MUSINGS .
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1831, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2594/page/1/