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Dwell in that brilliant cluster, and the sight
beHave 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, 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, What tongue can utter all their multitudes ! Thus numberless in numberless abodes !
Known but to thee, blessed Father! Thine they
are, Thy children, and thy care; and none o'erlook'd Or 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 splendour 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 Yo mark the rolling provinces that own Your sway, what beings fill those bright abodes? How form’d, how gifted ? what their powers,
Leagued their base bands to tread out light and
truth, And scatter 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; 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 language ? Everlasting light 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. In other days, When death shall give the encumber'd spirit
wings, Its range shall be extended; it shall roam, Perchance, among 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
BY MRS. SEBA SMITH.
With graceful waist and carvings brave,
The trim hull waits the sea
While round go the cheerings three.
Where it plunged in foam and spray:.
And buoy her in their play.
In the sound of the ocean roar,
broke, And bellow'd along the shore
And how wilt thou in the storm rejoice,
With the wind through spar and shroud, To hear a sound like the forest voice,
When the blast was raging loud !
With snow-white sail, and streamer gay,
She sits like an ocean-sprite,
In sunshine or dark midnight:
For brave hearts man the helm;
Shall the wave the stout ship whelm?
Like floating cities by ;
And the merry dancers fly;
From icy tower and dome,
With gems from the ocean foam.
On the Indian sea was her shadow cast,
As it lay, like molten gold, And her pendant, shroud, and towering mast,
Seem'd twice on the waters told.
As the spicy breeze went by,
From the palm-tree growing nigh.