What shall we call them? Piles of crystal light- Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams? Yes! as a drop of water in the sea, All this magnificence in thee is lost: What are ten thousand worlds compared to thee? In all the glory of sublimest thought, Is but an atom in the balance, weighed Against thy greatness, is a cipher brought Naught! But the effluence of thy light divine, As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew. I am, O God! and surely thou must be! Thou art! directing, guiding all, thou art! 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 439 There is no weight nor measure :-none can mount And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high, Thou from primeval nothingness didst call 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: 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 A million torches lighted by thy hand 34 And thou art dead, as young and fair. And thou hast walked about (how strange a story)! And whence, then, came these goodly stones 'twas Israel's pride to raise! 361 As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean.. 214 388 415 As I look from the isle o'er its billows of green.... 233 At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still 248 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!. 326 Bright flag at yonder tapering mast! 90 Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of blisse.. 360 33 C. Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record.. 234 307 PAGE Come from my First-ay, come Come, gentle sleep, attend thy suppliant's prayer 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. 239 238 107 113 110 174 115 137 310 42 262 Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the East 58 Give, as the morning that flows out of heaven 374 336 Γνώθι σεαυτόν! And is this the prince. God of the thunder! from whose cloudy seat |