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Trumpet, scattering sounds of wonder,
All aghast then Death shall shiver,
Book, where actions are recorded,
When shall sit the Judge unerring,
What shall I say, that time pending?
Dreadful King, all power possessing,
Think, O Jesus, for what reason
Seeking me thy worn feet hasted;
Righteous Judge of retribution ?
Culprit-like, I plead, heart-broken,
Thou, who Mary gav'st remission,
Though my prayers be void of merit,
Be the Lord, my place decided
When the accursed away are driven,
Call me with the blessed to heaven!
I beseech thee, prostrate lying,
Day of tears and late repentance!
From the Russian.
THOU eternal One! whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide; Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight; Thou only God! There is no God beside! Being above all beings! Mighty One!
Whom none can comprehend and none explore; Who fill'st existence with thyself alone;
Embracing all,-supporting,-ruling o'er,Being whom we call God,—and know no more!
In its sublime research, philosophy
May measure out the ocean-deep—may count The sands or the sun's rays-but God! for thee 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
And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high,
Thou from primeval nothingness didst call
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
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:—
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
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,
Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land!
The chain of being is complete in me;
In me is matter's last gradation lost,
I can command the lightning, and am dust!
Whence came I here, and how? so marvellously
Creator, yes! Thy wisdom and thy word
Created me! Thou source of life and good!
Thy light, thy love, in their bright plenitude
Over the abyss of death, and bade it wear
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,
O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest!
Though worthless our conceptions all of thee,
God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar;
Thus seek thy presence-Being wise and good!
GABRIEL ROMANOWITCH DERZHAVIN. Translated by JOHN BOWRING.