Have stoop'd with age,; the solid continents.

Have left their banks; and man's imperial works-1
The toil, pride, strength of kingdoms, which had flung
Their haughty honors in the face of heaven, |
As if immortal - have been swept away
Shatter'd, and mould'ring, buried, and forgot. |
But time has shed no dimness on thy front,

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Nor touch'd the firmness of thy tread.: | youth, strength,
And beauty still are thine as clear, as bright, |
As when the Almighty Former sent thee forth,
Beautiful offspring of his curious skill,

To watch earth's northern beacon, and proclaim
The eternal chorus of Eternal Love. |

I wonder as I gaze. That stream of light, |
Undimm'd, unquench'd,

just as I see thee now,— | Has issued from those dazzling points, thro' years That go back far into eternity. I

Exhaust less flood! | for ever spent, renew'd
For ever! Yea, and those refulgent drops, |
Which now descend upon my lifted eye, |
Left their far fountain twice three years ago. |
While those wing'd particles | whose speed outstrips
The flight of thought, were on their way, the earth
Compass'd its tedious circuit round, and round, |
And in the extremes of annual change, beheld
Six autumns fade, six springs renew their bloom, : |
So far from earth those mighty orbs revolve! |
So vast the void through which their beams descend! |

Yea, glorious lamps of God, he may have quench'd'
Your ancient flames, and bid eternal night
Rest on your spheres,; and yet no tidings reach
This distant planet. Messengers still come, |
Laden with your far fire, and we may seem
To see your lights still burning; while their blaze!
But hides the black wreck of extinguish'd realms, |
Where anarchy, and darkness long have reign'd. |

Egi-håst'lės; not ègź-zást'lės. Re-fül'dent; not ré-fül'dèânt.

Yet what is this which to the astonish'd mind
Seems measureless, and which the baffled though!
Confounds? | A span, a point', in those domains
Which the keen eye can traverse. | Seven stars
Dwell in that brilliant cluster; and the sight
Embraces all at once; yet each from each |
Recedes as far as each of them from earth — |
And ev'ry star from ev'ry other burns
No less remote. I

From the profound of heaven, |
Untravell'd e'en in thought, keen, piercing rays
Dart through the void, | revealing to the sense
Systems, and worlds unnumber'd. Take the glass,
And search the skies. The opening skies pour down
Upon your gaze, | thick showers of sparkling fire. -
Stars, crowded, throng'd, in regions so remote,
That their swift beams- the swiftest things that be-
Have travell'd centuries on their flight to earth. |
Earth, sun, and nearer constellations, what
Are ye, amid this infinite extent,

And multitude of God's most infinite works! |

And these are suns.! vast, central, living fires,-| Lords of dependent systems,- kings of worlds'! That wait as satellites upon their power, 1

And flourish in their smile. Awake my soul, |

And meditate the wonder! | Countless suns

Blaze round thee, leading forth their countless worlds!. Worlds in whose bosoms living things rejoice, |

And drink the bliss of being from the fount

Of all-pervading Love. -|

What mind can know, I

What tongue can ut.ter, all their multitudes! |
Thus numberless in numberless abodes! |

Known but to thee, bless'd Father! Thine they are,;
Thy children, and thy care; and none o’erlook'd
Of thee! no, not the humblest soul that dwells
Upon the humblest globe which wheels its course

Amid the giant glories of the sky, |
Like the mean mote that dances in the beam |
Amongst the mirror'd lamps which fling
Their wasteful splendor from the palace wall.
None, none escape the kindness of thy care; |
All compass'd underneath thy spacious wing,-!
Each fed, and guided by thy powerful hand. |

Tell me, ye splendid orbs," as from your throne, | Ye mark the rolling provinces that own

Your sway,
How form'd

their state

what beings fill those bright abodes.? | how gift'ed what their powers

Their happiness their wisdom? Do they bear
The stamp of human na'ture? Or has God
Peopled those purer realms with lovelier forms, |
And more celestial minds,? | Does Innocence
Still wear her native, and untainted bloom' ? |
Or has Sin breath'd his deadly blight abroad, |
And sow'd corruption in those fairy bow.ers? |
Has War trod o'er them with his foot of fire';
And Slavery forg'd his chains'; and Wrath, and Hate, |
And sordid Selfishness, | and cruel Lust,

Leagued their base bands to tread out light, and truth,
And scatter'd 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.
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Hope never quench'd, and age unknown',

And death unfear'd; 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 lan'guage? Everlasting light,

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ans.

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Splendid orbs; not splendid dorbs. Eg-żist'êns; not èg-list'.

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. |

Its range

In other days, When death shall give the encumber'd spirit wings,. 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,
Lavish'd on all its works. [

Eternity

Shall thus roll on | with ever fresh delight; |
No pause of pleasure, or improve.ment; world
On world still opening to the instructed mind |
An unexhausted universe, and time

But adding to its glories; while the soul, I
Advancing ever to the Source of light,
And all perfection, lives', adores', and reigns, |
In cloudless knowledge, pu'rity, and bliss. [

PERPETUAL ADORATION.

(MOORE.).

The turf shall be my fragrant shrine. ; |
My temple, Lord, that arch of thine; |
My censer's breath, the mountain airs, |
And silent thoughts, my only prayers. |
My choir shall be the moonlight waves,
When murmuring homeward to their caves;

Un-ég-håsted; not ån-ègź-zást ́èd.

Or when the stillness of the sea', I
E'en more than music breathes of thee.. |
I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown',
All light, and silence, like thy throne.; |
And the pale stars shall be, at night',
The only eyes that watch my rite.

Thy heaven, on which 't is bliss to look', |
Shall be my pure, and shining book,
Where I shall read, in words of flame, |
The glories of thy wondrous name.]

I'll read thy anger in the rack |
That clouds awhile the day-beam's track; |
Thy mercy, in the azure hue |

Of sunny brightness, breaking through.]
There's nothing bright, above', below,
From flowers that bloom', to stars that glow`,
But in its light my soul can see |
Some feature of thy Deity! |

There's nothing dark, below', above, |
But in its gloom I trace thy love; |
And meekly wait that moment, when |
Thy touch shall turn all bright again. |

SCENE FROM PIZARRO.

(KOTZEBUE.)

PIZARRO and DAVILLA in conversation.

[Enter GOMEZ.]

Piz. How now, Gomez! what bring'est thou? | Gum. On yonder hill, among the palm-trees, we have surprised an old cacique: escape by flight he could not, and we seized him, and his attendant un

• Kâs-sek', a prince, or nobleman, among the Indians.