The sea that roar'd at thy command,

Attny command was stili.

Ju midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
My life, if thou preserv'st my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be ;

And death, if death must be my doom,

Shall join my soul to thee.

SECTION XXII.

ADDISCA

HYUN ON A REVIEW OF THE SEASONS.

THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love,
Wide flush the fields; the soft'ning air is balm ;
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles;
And ev'ry sense, and ev'ry heart is joy.

Then comes thy glory in the summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun
Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year;
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooks and groves, in hollow whisp'ring gale
Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Io winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd
Majestic darkness! On the whirlwind's wind,
Riding sublime, Theu bidst the world adore;
And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine
Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train,
Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combin'd;
Shade, unperceiv'd so soft'ning into shade,
And all so forming an harmonious whole,
That, as they still succeed, they ravish still,

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But wanding ft. with brute unconscious gaze,
Man niks not hee, marks not the mighty hand,
That ever busy, wie's the silent spheres;
Works the secret deep; shoots steaming thence
be fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring;
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
Feeds ev'ry creature; hurls the tempest forth;
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life.
Nature, attend! join ev'ry living soul,
Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join! and ardent raise
One general seng !-

Ye chief for whom the whole creation smiles,
At once the head, the heart, and tongu, of all
Crown the great hymn!

For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the blossom blows; the summer ray
ku-sets the plain; inspiring autumn gleams;
Or winter rises in the black'uing east;

Ee my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more,
Aud dead to joy forget my heart to beat!

Should fate command me to the farthest verge
Of the green earth, to distnot barb'rous climes,
Rivers unknown to song: where first the sun
Gilds Indian Mountains or his setting beam
Flames on the Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me;
Since God is ever présent, ever felt,

In the void waste as in the city full';

And where HE vital breathes, there must be joy,
When e'en at last the solemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey; there, with new pows
Will rising wonders sing: I cannot go
Where UNIVERSAL LOVE not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns;
From seeming evil still educing good,
And better thence again, and better still,
In infinite progression. But I lose
Myself in HIM, in light ineffable!

Come then, expressive silence, muse. His praise.

THOMSON.

THE END,