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1 Nevertheless He left not himself without witness in that He did good . ' AcTixiv . 17 .
Thou leav ' st not man , the creature of thy hands , O God 1 without a witness of thy love—Without appeals and powers to loose the bands Of doubt and dread—around him and above- — Yea , thou hast spread bright lures throughout all lands To draw him to Thee—to recall the dove Of peace into her ark—the human breast Toss'd on the stormy sea—afar from rest .
Thy word is full of promise , and thy fair And wondrous works are eloquent no less With all that gladderi 3 and forbids despair ; The light of hope is in their loveliness ! The clouds soft-sailing through the azure air , The fields and forests in their emerald dress , The crystal rivers , and the silvery sea , All ask the faithless to confide in Thee .
The midnight skies—oh ! what a splendid page Of love do these to mortal sight unfold—That silent deep , the same from age to age , All studded o ' er with isles of glistening gold—The eyes of heaven ! ne ' er kindled into rage , But ever shining , cairn , and chastely-cold , Undarnp'dby sorrow , and undirnniM by years ; Oh ! who can gaze all hopeless on the spheres ?
But lesser things beneath the solemn skies Are equal tokens of thy tender care ; Objects of beauty that detain the eyes , Torus on the gale , and odours in the air , Sweet flowers that scatter their unnumber'd dyes From cup and bell—and buds and blossoms rare , The voice of cattle , and the songs of birds , And all glad things that praise Thee without words
The blade of grass , the leaf , the moss , the weed , Ail show thy goodness !—there is nought so small But man therein tliy love may plainly read : The unfelt dews reveal it as thev fall .
The tiny insects tell it as they lead Their airy revels , wavering , one and all , In the long sunshine , when the veeper hour Pervades the spirit with a hallowing power .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1833, page 706, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2624/page/46/
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