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Death of the Christian
tality from Recollections of
Hand to Take
Hymn of the City
Isaiah, Chap. xl.
145 Song of the Water-drinker
Trust in God and do the Right, 159
Adam's Morning Hymn............ 226
A Thunder Storm in the Scottish Cataract of Lodore
of the Old Year
Miscellaneous ............... 265 to 272 Summer
222 The Beauties of Nature, On a
Taste for ..............
CHOICE READING , IN POETRY AND PROSE.
Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth
The restless surge. Eternal Love doth keep
Will, then, the Merciful One,—who stamped our race
Infused by his own forming smile at first,
Oh, no! a thousand cheerful omens give
In God's magnificent works his will shall scan-
Sit at the feet of History—through the night Of years, the steps of virtue she shall trace, And show the earlier ages, where her sight Can pierce the eternal shadows o'er their face;When, from the genial cradle of our race, Went forth the tribes of men, their pleasant lot To choose, where palm-groves cooled their dwelling-place, Or freshening rivers ran; and there forgot The truth of heaven, and kneeled to gods that heard them not.
Those ages have no memory—but they left
Of heaven's sweet air, nor foot of man dares tread
See tombs of monarchs to the clouds up-piledWho perished, but whose eternal tombs remainAnd the black precipice, abrupt and wild, Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ;Huge piers and frowning forms of gods sustain The everlasting arches, dark and wide, Like the night heaven, when clouds are black with rain. But idly skill was tasked, and strength was plied All was the work of slaves, to swell a despot's pride.
But virtue cannot dwell with slaves nor reign
And lo! in full-grown strength an empire stands
Oh, Greece! thy flourishing cities were a spoil
From thine abominations; after times,
Yet there was that within thee which has saved
Far over many a land and age has shone,
And Rome–thy sterner, younger sister she
Till the north broke its flood-gates, and the waves Whelmed the degraded race, and weltered o'er their graves.
Vainly that ray of brightness from above,
Were red with blood; and charity became,
They triumphed, and less bloody rites were kept
And cowled and barefoot beggars swarmed the way,
Oh, sweetly the returning muses' strain,
The emulous nations of the west repair,