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The unambiguous footsteps of the God
With those fair ministers of light to man, That fill the skies nightly with filent pomp, Sweet conference. Inquires what strains were they With which heav'n rang, when ev'ry star, in haste To gratulate the new-created earth, Sent forth a voice, and all the sons of God Shouted for joy.-" Tell me, ye shining hosts, “ That navigate a sea that knows no storms, « Beneath a vault unsullied with a cloud, “ If from your elevation, whence ye view
Distinctly scenes invisible to man, “ And systems of whose birth no tidings yet • Have reach'd this nether world, ye spy a race “ Favour'd as our's; transgressors from the womb, < And hasting to a grave, yet doom'd to rise, “ And to possess a brighter heay’n than your's ?
“ As one who long detain'd on foreign shores " Pants to return, and when he sees afar “ His country's weather-bleach'd and batter'd rocks, “ From the green wave emerging, darts an eye « Radiant with joy towards the happy land; “ So I with animated hopes behold,
And many an aching wish, your beamy fires, " That show like beacons in the blue abyss, “ Ordain’d to guide th' embodied spirit home « From toilfome life to never-ending reft. “ Love kindles as I gaze. I feel desires " That give assurance of their own success, “ And that, infus'd from heav'n, must thither tend.”
So reads he nature whom the lamp of truth
Worlds that had neyer been hadst thou in strength
Thy providence forbids that fickle pow'r
In that blest moment Nature, throwing wide Her veil opaque, discloses with a smile The author of her beauties, who, retir'd Behind his own creation, works unseen By the impure, and hears his pow'r denied. Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost, and rove At random, without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that fooths the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But oh thou bounteous giver of all good, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown! Give what thou can'st, without thee we are poor ; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.