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THIS book, this holy book, on every line
"Tis not in all the splendours bright
That wealth can o'er her votaries fling,
It is not in the round of might
That binds the forehead of a king;
"Tis in the heart, with feeling fraught,
'Tis in the head, with wisdom crown'd,
"Tis in the soul, sublime in thought,
That man's true dignity is found.
There is a lofty, thrilling joy,—
The bounded power of speech it spurns,Which lightens in the raptured eye,
And in the swelling bosom burns ;
"Tis that ineffable delight,
When, like the glorious Lord of Day,
The soul, exulting in its might,
Speeds through the realms of thought away;
When soaring, limitless, afar,
Wide through the universe it strays,
Till not the feeblest twinkling star
On Night's swart brow escapes
its gaze :
When that wild world, the human heart,
Before its glance unveil'd appears,
And at its potent call upstart
Joys, sorrows, passions, hopes, and fears!
When its high magic blends in one
The soul of millions-wields their mightHurls tyrant Wrong from his red throne— Upholds the rule of truth and right—
O'er life's calm vale sheds softly forth
Peace, virtue, charity, and love,
Till mortal lips partake on earth
The fruits divine of heaven above!
But greater far the might that wakes
Those prostrate powers which sin o'erthrew, When off the soul its thraldom shakes,
Created in the Lord anew!
And higher far its strong wing soars,
Bend thy haught brow, O lordly Pride!
The heir of God, with Christ joint heir!
To meet life's ills with soul serene,
To walk and commune with our God;
This is True Greatness! Worth divine!
BEAUTIES OF CREATION.
I PRAISED the Earth, in beauty seen
I praised the Sun, whose chariot roll'd
O God! O good beyond compare !
NATURE PRAISES GOD.
THE Sun, that walks his airy way,
The Seas, that roll with restless waves; The Wood, that spreads its shady leaves; The Field, whose bosom bears the grain,— The yellow treasures of the plain ;
The whole of these, and all I see,