I read Thy presence and Thy power In each eternal rock I meet; I trace Thy love in every flower Thou speakest from each rolling cloud That pours its stormy mirth on high, When cliff to cliff is shouting loud, Responsive to the sky. Thy voice at night is in the sound The mountain mists, in all their moods, The snows by earthly feet untrod, The fells, the forests, and the floods, Are all instinct with God. O regions, wonderful and wild, Sublimity's inspiring home, Scenes I have dreamt of since a child, And I am here! and I may range Your length and breadth without control, And feel a world all new and strange Break in upon my soul ! Hail, mountain monarchs! hail ! Again How poor is language to explain The thoughts that fill me now! MARY'S GRAVE. MARY, thou art gone to rest; Light the turf lies on thy breast, Soft the winds breathe o'er thee. Here within thy native clay Safer, happier, far than they Pleasant is thy lowly bed, Close to those that bore thee; Trees, 'neath which thy childhood played, Gently waving o'er thee. Hark the thrush! how sweet his lay! See the flowers, how blooming! "Weep not for the dead," they say, "Though in earth consuming. "Weep not for her—she is gone "Where no cares can move her ; "All her earthly labours done, 66 "All her trials over. Weep not-she has found a home "Where no sorrow paineth: "Sin, nor tears, nor terrors come, "Where a Saviour reigneth." "THE UNKNOWN GOD." God that made the world and all things therein, seeing that He is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands. Acts xvii. 24. THE Lord hath builded for Himself; He needs no earthly dome : The universe His dwelling is, Eternity His home. Yon glorious sky His temple stands, So lofty, bright, and blue, All lamped with stars, and curtained round Earth is His altar nature there The elements upon Him wait, The seasons roll His praise. |