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"Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more:
"Twas thus by the glare of false science betrayed, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind; My thoughts wont to roam from shade onward to shade, Destruction before me, and sorrow behind. "O pity, great Father of Light," then I cried, "Thy creature who fain would not wander from thee! Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride, From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free." And darkness and doubt are now flying away, No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn, So breaks on the traveller faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! On the cold cheek of death,smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.'
HIGHER, higher, will we climb
That our name may live through time,
In our country's story;
Deeper, deeper, let us toil
Onward, onward, may we press
Excellence true beauty;
Closer, closer, let us knit
Hearts and hands together,
Oh they wander wide, who roam
For the joys of life, from home.
BUT if there be one attribute divine, With greater lustre than the rest can shine, "Tis goodness, which we every moment see, The Godhead exercise with such delight.
Without that, he could never prove,
Or see the guiltless for the guilty die,
Power unrestrain'd, almighty violence
Who will deny him this,
A God without a deity suppose.
When the lewd atheist blasphemously swears
There is no God, but all's a sham,
Justice would strike the audacious villain dead, But mercy boundless saves his guilty head; Gives him protection, and allows him bread. Does not the sinner, whom no danger awes, Without restraint his infamy pursue,
Rejoice, and glory in it too;
Laugh at the power divine, and ridicule his laws, Labour in vice, his rivals to excel,
That when he's dead, they may their pupils tell, How wittily the fool was damn'd, how hard he fell ? Yet this vile wretch in safety lives, Blessings in common with the best receives,
Tho' he is proud t'affront the God those blessings gives, The cheerful sun his influence sheds on all,
Has no respect to good or ill;
And fruitful show'rs without distinction fall,
To this good God, whom my adventurous pen
In lofty Pindar's strain;
Tho' with unequal strength to bear the weight
His tribute brings of joyful sacrifice,
By prompt obedience to his word,
And shame the thinking world, who in rebellion live.
Thou by a happy exit, may'st remove
Which from the vision of the Godhead flow, And neither end, decrease, nor interruption know.
ACROSS a trackless sea
But the way she came was dark,
And is it then so brief
Not so. Though dark and drear
And thou art gliding on,
And be my path like thine
Though seen in shadows oft,