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MOST EMINENT POETS.
DEVOTIONAL AND MORAL. PART II.
HYMN ON THE SEASONS,
THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering 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. Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing, Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore, And humblest Nature with Thy northern blast.
Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine, Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, Such beauty and beneficence combin'd; Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade; And all so forming an harmonious whole; That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand, 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 creature; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on Earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Nature, attend ! join every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join, and, ardent, raise One general song! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness
breathes : Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms ! Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye whose bolder note is heard afar, Who shake th' astonish'd world, lift high to Heaven Th’impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.
His praise, ye brooks, attune; ye trembling rills;
into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon. Ye that keep watch in Heaven, as Earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise. The thunder rolls ; be hush'd the prostrate world : While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills: ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound: the broad responsive low, Ye valleys raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns ; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praises
Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles,
Should Fate command me to the farthest verge
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.
VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS, PARAPHRASED.
O Source of uncreated light,
Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Refine and purge our earthly parts ;
hold 'em dova;