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Still wear her native and untainted bloom?
Or has Sin breathed his deadly blight abroad,
And sowed corruption in those fairy bowers?
Has War trod o'er them with his foot of fire?

And Slavery forged his chains, and Wrath, and Hate,
And sordid Selfishness, and cruel Lust,

Leagued their base bands to tread out light and truth,
And scatter wo where Heaven had planted joy?
Or are they yet all Paradise, unfallen

And uncorrupt? existence one long joy,
Without disease upon the frame, or sin
Upon the heart, or weariness of life

Hope never quenched, and age unknown,

And death unfeared; while fresh and fadeless youth Glows in the light from God's near throne of Love? Open your lips, ye wonderful and fair!

Speak, speak! the mysteries of those living worlds Unfold! No language? Everlasting light,

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And everlasting silence? - Yet the eye

May read and understand. The hand of God
Has written legibly what man may know
THE GLORY OF THE MAKER. There it shines
Ineffable, unchangeable; and man,

Bound to the surface of this pigmy globe,

May know and ask no more.
In other days,
When death shall give th' encumbered spirit wings,
Its range shall be extended; it shall roam,

Perchance, amongst those vast, mysterious spheres;
Shall pass from orb to orb, and dwell in each,
Familiar with its children-learn their laws,
And share their state, and study and adore
The infinite varieties of bliss

And beauty, by the hand of Power divine

Lavished on all its works. Eternity
Shall thus roll on with ever-fresh delight;
No pause of pleasure or improvement; world
On world still opening to th' instructed mind
An unexhausted universe, and time

But adding to its glories; while the soul,
Advancing ever to the Source of light
And all perfection, lives, adores, and reigns
In cloudless knowledge, purity, and bliss.




November, 1837.

In rural life, by Jordan's fertile bed,

The holy prophets learned of yore to sing;
The sacred ointment bathed a ploughman's head,
The shepherd boy became the minstrel king.
And he who to our later ears would bring
The deep, rich fervors of their ancient lays,
Should dwell apart from man's too public ways,

And quaff pure thoughts from Nature's quiet spring.
Thus hath he chose his lot, whom city pride
And college hall might well desire to claim;
With sainted seers communing side by side,
And freshly honoring their illustrious name.
He hears them in the field at eventide,

And what their spirit speaks his lucid words proclaim.



August 17, 1813.

GOD dwells in heaven: he rules above,

In everlasting might,

Beyond where stars their courses move,
In uncreated light.

God dwells in hell his vengeance there


Gleams through the black abode;
The realms of anguish and despair
Confess the present God.

God dwells on earth; and all around
We view his wondrous power;
His terrors in the thunder sound,
His mercies in the shower.

When man erects a house of prayer,
There God resides within,
To witness every feeling there,

And pardon every sin.

But most of all the Lord resides

Within an humble mind;

The worth that modest merit hides

His grace is sure to find.

By pious men he may be found,

And every where adored;

Where'er they tread is holy ground, A temple to the Lord.

O, let me find thee every where—
Around me, and within!

Be every day a day of prayer,
And pure from every sin.

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