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Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing mind OF ALL ordains.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body nature is, and God the soul :
That chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the same,
Great in the earth, as in th' etherial frame;
Warms in the sun, refreslies in the breeze,

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Lives through all life, extends through all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent ;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
Ås full, as perfect, in vile man that mouros,
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns ;
To him, no high, no low, no great, no small ;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

Cease then, vor ORDER imperfection name ;
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Know thy own point; this kind, this due degree
Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows ou ihce.
Submit. In this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear:
Safe in tlie hand of one disposing Pow'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good :
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.



Confidence ir Divine Protection.
How are thy servants blest, O Lord !

How sure is their defence !
Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy caro,
Through burning clines I pass'd unhurt,

And breath'd in tainted air,

Thy merey sweetend every soil,

Made every region please ;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm d

And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,

How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep

In all its horrors rise !
Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,

And feat in ev'ry heart,
When wares ou waves, and gulfs in gulfs,

O’ercaine the pilot's art.
Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,

Thy merey set me free;
While in the confidence of pray'r,

My soul took hold on thee.
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.
The storm was laid, the winds retir'd

Obedient to thy will ;
The sea that roar'd at thy command,

At thy command was still.
In 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 preserve my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be e;
And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my soul to thee.



Hymn 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 balnı;
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles,
And ey'ry sense and ev'ry heart is joy.

Then comes Thy glory in the summer inonths,
With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun
Shoots fuil perfection through 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-whispring gales.

Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In winter, awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o’er tempest rollid,
Majestie darkness ! On the whirlwind's wing,
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore;
And humblest nature with Thy northern blast.

Isterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train,
Yet so deligħtful 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.
But wandring oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty land,
That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres;
Works in the secret deep: shoots, steaming thence,
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring;
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
Feeds every ereature; 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 song!

Yę, chief, for whom the whole creation

of all,
At once the head, the heart, and tono
Crown the great hymn!
For me, when I forget the dawng theme,
Whether the blossom bloys, the summer ray
Russets the plain; inspiring autumn gleams :
Or winter rises in the black’ning east;

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

Should fate command me to the farthest verge
of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,
Rivers wuknown to song; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on th’ Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me;
Since God is ever present, 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 pow'rs,
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,


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On Solitude.
O SOLITUDE, romantic maid !
Whether by nodding towers you tread,
Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom,
Or hover o'er the yawning tomb,
Or climb the Andes' clifted side,
Or by the Nile's coy source abide,
Or, starting from your half-year's sleepy,
From Hecla view the thawy deep,
Or, at the purple dawn of day,
Tadmor's marble waste3 survey ;

You, recluse, again I woo,

end again your steps pursue.
Plum'd Coceit, himself surveying,
Folly with her sbiadow playing,
Purse-proud elbowiąg insolence,
Bloated empiric, puff'd pretence,
Noise that through a trumpet speaks

Seek te soktury wild.

Laughter in loud peals that breaks,
Intrusion, with a fopling's face,
(Ignorant of time and place)
Sparks of fire dissension blowing,
Ductile, court-bred flattery bowing,
Restraint's stiff neek, grimace's leer,
Squint-ey'd censure's artful sneer,
Ambition's buskins, steep'd in bloody
Fly thy presence, Solitude !

Sage reflection bent with years,
Conscious virtue, void of fears,
Muffled silence, wood-nymph shy,
editation's piercing eye,
hlcyon peace on moss reclin'd,
Rerospect that scans the mindo
Ra earth-gazing reverie,
Blusing artless modesty,
Heal that spuffs the morning, air,
Fulton truth with bosom bare,
Inspirtor, nature's child,

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Why all nature's hush'd asleep,
Nor lo nor gưlt, their vigils keep,
Soft yo leave your cavern’d den,
And wider o'er the works of men ;
But wh Phosphor brings the dawn,
By her appled coursers drawn,

u to the wild retreat,
And thearly huntsman meet,
Wheres you pensive pass along,
You cai ibe distant shepherd's song,
Or brusfrom herbs the pearly dew,
Or the ing primrose view,
Devotidends her heaven plum'd wings,
You md, and nature with you sings,
But wlunid-day fervours glow,
To upli airy shades you go,
Where er sun-burnt woodman came,
Nor spcuan chas'd the timid game :
And thebeneath ap oak reclin'd,
With day waterfalls behind,
You sir resto
Till theful bird of niglit,
Free eighb'ring poplar's height,

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