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[s. C. HALL.]
And dull and naked, after night;
And clad them in a robe of light. Others, as if they loved to dwell
In darkness, moved but slowly on, And when on them its brightness fell,
But little of their gloom had gone: One, gloomier still, its course delays,
As though too heavy for the sky,
Then breaks and passes gaily by :While some had gathered round the rays That gave them hues and forms so fair,
As loath to leave that glorious place,
To lose their beauty, and to trace
Others of many a varied dye,
Than those that deck'd the morning sky,
And gazed, 'till over all on high
But when the day was almost done,
The clouds were beautiful indeed,
All cover'd with their snow-white spray;
But only then-unseen by day,
So fair-are vapours which the earth
Foul mists, which owe their second birth
To him who keeps his throne on high,
Deprives them of their baneful powers, And sends to mother earth again,
In gentle dews and cheering showers, What was her burden and her bane. Man feels a change as great-when man
Feels that immortal spark within Whose might no human tongue can tell, Which shines to lighten and dispel
The darkness and the weight of sin; When He, who formed creation's whole, To school and guide the human soul, Bids o'er the intellectual skies The Sun of righteousness arise, And things of heaven and earth assume Their proper shape of light or gloom.' Now let the contemplative mind Fill up the blank I leave behind; And see through all creation's plan Some useful lesson taught to man; Compare the changes wrought within
And those without-by nature wroughtCompare the man who lives in sin,
And him, by virtue, led and taught. See how the Christian's shining light Makes all that once was darkness, bright; And see how like the clouds on high,
His ev'ry feeling, ev'ry thought, Adorn and bless the mental sky,
And then his glories never die !
My heart goes with thee, dauntless man,
Freely as thou dost hie,
For them to toil, or die.
Cling, nor to part allow;
We turn,-and where art thou?
Numbers are gathering there; The youthful warrior in his pride,
The merchant in his care :
Spirits which lightly rove
And thou-the child of love.
Companion thou hast none;
Yet still thou journeyest on:
Piercing the mountain glen, Till wearily thou drawest near
The haunts of lonely men.
Strange is thy foreign speech;
At marvels thou dost teach.
Thy strength alone is in thy words ;
Yet armies could not bow
So readily as thou.
With saddest thoughts run o'er,
Silently at thy door,
A stone beneath the tree,
These are enough for thee!
He who, upon the world's vain shore,
Forgetteth Thee, eternal One!
His fatal course be run.
Thy great and glorious power;
Nor doth thy love adore; That heart is dead, though warm with life;
Is dark, 'mid heaven's own light; Passions of earth there hold their strife, And shroud the soul in night.