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What shall we call them? Piles of crystal light-
A glorious company of golden streams—
Lamps of celestial ether, burning bright—

Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams?
But thou to these art as the noon to night.

Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,

All this magnificence in thee is lost:

What are ten thousand worlds compared to thee?
And what am I then ?-Heaven's unnumbered host,
Though multiplied by myriads, and arrayed

In all the glory of sublimest thought,

Is but an atom in the balance, weighed

Against thy greatness, is a cipher brought
Against infinity! What am I then? Naught!

Naught! But the effluence of thy light divine,
Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosom too;
Yes! in my spirit doth thy spirit shine

As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew.
Naught! but I live and on hope's pinions fly,
Eager towards thy presence; for in thee
I live and breathe, and dwell; aspiring high,
E'en to the throne of thy divinity.

I am, O God! and surely thou must be!

Thou art! directing, guiding all, thou art!
Direct my understanding then to thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart;
Though but an atom midst immensity,
Still I am something, fashioned by thy hand!

I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth,

On the last verge of mortal being stand,

Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land!

GOD.

In its sublime research, philosophy

May measure out the ocean-deep-may count The sands or the sun's rays-but God! for thee

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There is no weight nor measure :-none can mount
Up to thy mysteries; Reason's brightest spark,
Though kindled by thy light, in vain would try
To trace thy counsels, infinite and dark:

And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high,
Even like past moments in eternity.

Thou from primeval nothingness didst call
First chaos, then existence;-Lord, in thee

Eternity had its foundation ;-all

Sprung forth from thee:—of light, joy, harmony Sole Origin :-all life, all beauty thine.

Thy word created all, and doth create;

Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine;

Thou art, and wert, and shalt be! Glorious! Great! Light-giving, life-sustaining Potentate!

Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround:
Upheld by thee, by thee inspired with breath!
Thou the beginning with the end hast bound,
And beautifully mingled life and death!
As sparks mount upward from the fiery blaze,

So suns are born, so worlds spring forth from thee; And as the spangles in the sunny rays

Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry
Of heaven's bright army glitters in thy praise,

A million torches lighted by thy hand
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss:
They own thy power, accomplish thy command,
All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss

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And thou art dead, as young and fair.

And thou hast walked about (how strange a story)!

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As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean..

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As I look from the isle o'er its billows of green....

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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still

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Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!.

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Bright flag at yonder tapering mast!

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Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of blisse..
But who shall see the glorious day.

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Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record..
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee

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Come from my First-ay, come

Come, gentle sleep, attend thy suppliant's prayer
Come hither, thou beautiful rover....

Come in the evening, or come in the morning

Come into the garden, Maud........

Come, take our boy, and we will go...

Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee...

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn

Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas

"Courage," he cried, and pointed toward the land. Cyriack, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear.

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Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the East

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Give, as the morning that flows out of heaven
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet..
"Give us a song!" the soldiers cried

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Γνώθι σεαυτόν! And is this the prince.

God of the thunder! from whose cloudy seat

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