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The dank; and rising on stiff pennons, tower |
sounds The silent hours, and th' other whose gay
train Adorns him, color'd with the florid hue Of rainbows and starry eyes. The waters thus With fish replenish'd, and the air with fowl.
John Milton. 572. CREATION, Display of. The heavens are a point from the pen of His
perfection; The world is a rosebud from the bower of His
beauty; The sun is a spark from the light of His wis
dom; And the sky a bubble on the sea of His power.
Sir W. Jones.
Sparks of the waterfall, insects' wings-
Sea hath its gems below!
Deep and dark in the tombs of the wave,
Heaven hath its gems above!
Sir John Bowring.
In all His works appears;
His grandeur in the spheres.
By Him in wisdom plann'd;
The ocean round the land.
Thither His path pursue ;
O'erwhelms the wondering view.
A highway for their God;
—'Tis Eden where He trod.
Hark! on the evening breeze,
Is heard among the trees.
Here on the hills He feeds His herds,
His flocks on yonder plains;
O could we catch the strains !
Up to the gates of light,
Our numbers through the night!
Diffusing joy and wealth;
The breath of life and health,
Upon the lap of earth,
And rings with infant mirth.
Where sin and death abound,
James Montgomery. 575. CREATION, Psalm of. Heralds of creation ! cry Praise the Lord, the Lord most high; Heaven and earth, obey the call, Praise the Lord, the Lord of all. For He spake, and forth from night Sprang the universe to light; He commanded,-nature heard, And stood fast upon His word. Praise Him, all ye hosts above; Spirits perfected in love; Sun and moon, your voices raise; Sing, ye stars, your Maker's praise. Earth, from all thy depths below, Ocean's hallelujahs flow; Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm, Hail and snow, His will perform. Birds, on wings of rapture soar, Warble at His temple door; Joyful sounds from herds and flocks, Echo back, ye caves and rocks. High above all height His throne; Excellent His name alone; Him let all His works confess, Him let all His children bless.
James Montgomery. 576. CREATION, Voice of. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue, ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim; The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens Repeats the story of her birth;
To us invisible, or dimly seen While all the stars that round her burn, In these Thy lowest works; yet these declare And all the planets in their turn,
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power Confirm the tidings as they roll,
divine. And spread the truth from pole to pole. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels; for ye behold Him, and with songs What though, in solemn silence, all
And choral symphonies, day without night, Move round the dark, terrestrial ball ?
Circle His throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, What though no real voice or sound
On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Amid their radiant orbs be found ?
| Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice,
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, Forever singing as they shine,
If better thou belong not to the dawn, “ The hand that made us is divine !"
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling Joseph Addison.
morn 577. CREATION, Work of.
With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy From the throne of the Highest the mandate sphere, came forth,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. From the word of Omnipotent God; Thou sun, of this great world both eye and And the elements fashioned His footstool soul, the earth,
| Acknowledge Him thy greater; sound His And the Heavens His holy abode :
praise And His Spirit moved over the fathomless In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, flood
And when high noon hast gained, and when Of waters that fretted in darkness around, I thou fall'st. Until, at His bidding, their turbulent mood Moon, that now meets the orient sun, now Was hushed to a calm, and obedient they
With the fixed stars, fixed in their orb that Where He fixed their perpetual bound.
And ye five other wandering fires that move By the word of Omnipotence, valley and hill In mystic dance not without song, resound
Were clothed with the grass and the flower; His praise, who out of darkness called up And the fruit-tree expanded its blooms by the light. rill,
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth And the nourishing herb in the bower; Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run And the sun of the morning-the fountain of Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix light
And nourish all things, let your ceaseless Threw his cherishing rays through creation change afar;
Vary to our great Maker still new praise. And the region of darkness—the season of Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise night
From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, The sister of chaos-grew beauteous and Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with go bright
In honor to the world's great Author rise, By the beams of the moon and the star. | Whether to deck with clouds the uncolored
sky, By the word of Omnipotence, nature brought or wet ty
potence, nature brought or wet the thirsty earth with falling showforth The fish, and the beast, and the bird : And they played in the waters, and browsed 11:
Rising or falling, still advance His praise.
" His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters on the earth, And the air by their carol was stirred; And man, in the image and likeness of God,
Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye
pines, Erected his person majestic and tall ; And though, like a worm, he was formed of
With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, the clod, Yet, the favorite of Heaven, he conspicu- | Join voices, all ye living souls; ye birds,
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise. ously trod
That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, The lord and possessor of all. .
Bear on your wings and in your notes His
praise. 578. CREATOR, Praise to the
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk Adam. These are Thy glorious works, Parent The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep, of good,
Witness if I be silent, morn or even, Almighty, Thine this universal frame,
To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wondrous Made vocal by my song, and taught His then!
Hail, universal Lord I be bounteous still then, if Reason waver at thy side,
prayer! Oliver Wendell Holmes. 579. CREDULITY, Danger of.
582. CRISIS, A Nation's. Blessed credulity, thou great, great god of love
ou "Once to every man and nation comes the moerror,
ment to decide, Thou art the strong foundation of huge in
luge In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for wrongs, To thee give I my vows and sacrifice;
the good or evil side; By thee, great deity, he doth believe
Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offerFalsehoods, that falsehood's self could not po
ing each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the invent; And from that misbelief doth draw a course
sheep upon the right, To'erwhelm e'en virtue, truth, and sanctity.
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that Let him go on, blest stars; 'tis meet he fall,
darkness and that light. Whose blindfold judgment hath no guide at Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose all.
party thou shalt stand, 580. CREED, The Apostles'.
Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker
the dust against our land ? of heaven and earth :
Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 'tis
Truth alone is strong, And in Jesus Christ, His only Son our Lord; And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born around her throng of the Virgin Mary;
Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield Suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified,
her from all wrong.
1o Backward look across the ages and the beaconThe third day He rose again from the dead; I
moments see, He ascended into heaven, and sitteth at the
That, like peaks of some sunk continent, just
through Oblivion's sea; right hand of God the Father Al
"Not an ear in court or market for the low mighty;
foreboding cry From thence He shall come to judge the
Of those Crises, God's stern winnowers, from quick and the dead.
whose feet earth's chaff must fly; I believe in the Holy Ghost:
Never shows the choice momentous till the The Holy Catholic Church; the communion judgment hath passed by. of saints :
James Russell Lowell. The forgiveness of sins :
583. CRISIS, A Soul's. The resurrection of the body :
There is a time, we know not when, And the life everlasting. AMEN.
A point we know not where, 581. CREED, The First
That marks the destiny of men - ""What is thy creed ?” a hundred lips in To glory or despair.
quire; * Thou seekest God beneath what Christian
There is a line, by us unseen, spire ?"
That crosses every path; Nor ask they idly, for uncounted lies
The hidden boundary between Float upward on the smoke of sacrifice;
God's patience and His wrath. When man's first incense rose above the plain,
To pass that limit is to dieOf earth's two altars one was built by Cain !
To die as if by stealth; Uncursed by doubt, our earliest creed we
It does not quench the beaming eye, take;
Nor pale the glow of health. We love the precepts for the teacher's sake;
The conscience may be still at ease, The simple lessons which the nursery taught
The spirit light and gay, Fell soft and stainless on the buds of thought,
That which is pleasing still may please, And the full blossom owes its fairest hue
And care be thrust away. To those sweet tear-drops of affection's dew.
Oh, where is this mysterious bourne Too oft the light that led our earlier hours
By which our path is crossed ? Fades with the perfume of our cradle flow
Beyond which God Himself hath sworn ers;
That he who goes is lost. The clear, cold question chills to frozen doubt;
How far may we go on in sin ? Tired of beliefs, we dread to live without; l How long will God forbear?
Where does lope end ? and where begin In every work regard the writer's end,
Since none can compass more than they in
tend; An answer from the skies is sent:
And, if the means be just, the conduct true, Ye that from God depart,
| Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. While it is called to-day, repent,
As men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, And harden not your heart.
T avoid great errors must the less commit, J. A. Alexander.
Neglect the rules each verbal critic lays, 584. CRISIS, The Important.
For not to know some trifles, is a praise. At every motion of our breath
Most critics, fond of some subservient art, Life trembles on the brink of death,
Still make the whole depend upon a part. A taper's flame that upward turns,
They talk of principles, but notions prize, While downward to the dust it burns.
And all to one loved folly sacrifice;
Once on a time, La Mancha's knight, they A moment ushered us to birth,
say, Heirs to the commonwealth of earth;
A certain bard encountering on the way, Moment by moment years are past,
Discoursed in terms as just, with looks as And one ere long will be our last.
sage, 'Twixt that, long fled, which gave us light, | As e'er could Dennis, of the Grecian stage ; And that which soon shall end in night,
Concluding all were desperate sots and fools, There is a point no eye shall see,
Who durst depart from Aristotle's rules. Yet on it hangs eternity.
Our author, happy in a judge so nice,
Produced his play, and begged the knight's This is that moment, who can tell
advice : Whether it leads to heaven or hell ?
Made him observe the subject and the plot, This is that moment, -as we choose, | The manners, passions, unities; what not ? The immortal soul we save or lose.
All which exact to rule were brought about, Time past and time to come are not ;
Were but a combat in the lists left out. Time present is our only lot;
“What! leave the combat out?” exclaims O God! henceforth our hearts incline
the knight. To seek no other love than Thine.
| Yes, or we must renounce the Stagirite. James Montgomery. “Not so, by Heaven!” (he answers in a 585. CRITIC, Vanity of the.
“Knights, squires, and steeds must enter on How vain a thing is man, and how unwise ?
the stage." E'en he, who would him the most despise ?
So vast a throng the stage can ne'er contain: I, who so wise and humble seem to be,
“Then build anew, or act it in a plain." Now my own pride and vanity can't see,
| Thus critics of less judgment than caprice, While the world's nonsense is so sharply Curious, not knowing not exact, but nice. shown,
Form short ideas; and offend in arts We pull down others but to raise our own;
|(As most in manners) by a love to parts. That we may angels seem, we paint them | Some to conceit alone their taste confine, elves,
And glittering thoughts struck out at every And are but satires to set up ourselves.
(fit; John Dryden.
Pleased with a work where nothing's just or
Please 586. CRITICISM, Bittor.
One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. A critic was of old a glorious name,
Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace Whose sanction handed merit up to fame; The naked nature, and the living grace Beauties as well as faults he brought to With gold and jewels cover every part, view :
And hide with ornaments their want of art. His judgment great, and great his candor Truc wit is Nature to advantage dressed, too.
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well exNo servile rules drew sickly taste aside;
pressed; Secure he walked, for nature was his guide. Something, whose truth convinced at sight But now, O strange reverse ! our critics we find, brawl
That gives us back the image of our mind. In praise of candor with a heart of gall. As shades more sweetly recommend the Conscious of guilt, and fearful of the light;
light, They lurk enshrouded in the veil of night : So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit; Safe from destruction seize th' unwary prey, For works may have more wit than does them And stab, like bravoes, all who come that good, way.
Charles Churchill. As bodies perish through excess of blood. 587. CRITICISM, Laws of.
Others for language all their care express, Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
| And value books, as women men,- for dress : Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall
Their praise is still,—the style is excellent:
Words are like leaves; and where they most | 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence; abound,
| The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, False eloquence, like the prismatic glass, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers Its gaudy colors spreads on every place;
flows: The face of nature we no more survey, But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, All glares alike, without distinction gay; The hoarse, rough verse should like the torBut true expression, like the unchanging sun, rent roar. Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon; When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
to throw, Expression is the dress of thought, and The line, too, labors, and the words move still
slow: Appears more decent as more suitable : Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, A vile conceit in pompous words expressed, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims Is like a crown in regal purple dressed :
along the main, For different styles with different subjects Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise, sort,
And bid alternate passions fall and rise ! As several garbs, with country, town, and While, at each change, the son of Libyan
court. In words, as fashions, the same rule will Now burns with glory, and then melts with hold;
love : Alike fantastic, if too new or old:
Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow; Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. Persians and Greeks like turns of nature
But most by numbers judge a poet's song; found, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or And the world's victor stood subdued by wrong.
Alexander Pope. In the bright Muse though thousand charms
588. CROSS, Bearing the. conspire Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire: Must Jesus bear the cross alone, How haunt Parnassus but to please their ear,
| And all the world go free? Not mend their minds; as some to church No, there's a cross for every one, repair,
And there's a cross for me. Not for the doctrine, but the music there.
The consecrated cross I'll bear These, equal syllables alone require,
Till death shall set me free ; Though oft the ear the open vowels tire:
| And then go home my crown to wear, While expletives their feeble aid do join,
For there's a crown for me.
Who once went sorrowing here!
breeze," In the next line it " whispers through the upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' piercèd feet, trees : " If crystal streams “with pleasing murmurs
Joyful I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear Name repeat. creep," The reader's threatened, (not in vain,) with And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring, "sleep:"
| Beneath heaven's arches high ; Then at the last and only couplet, fraught The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, With some unmeaning thing they call al That lives, no more to die.
thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
Oh, precious cross! oh, glorious crown! That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow
| Oh, resurrection day length along.
| Ye angels, from the stars come down, Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes, And bear my soul away. G. N. Allen. and know
589. CROSS, Benefit of the What's roundly smooth or languishingly. We sing the praise of Him who died. slow:
Of Him who died upon the cross : And praise, the easy vigor of a line,
The sinner's hope let men deride; Where Denham's strength and Waller's sweet
For this we count the world but loss. ness join. True ease in writing comes from art, not Inscribed upon the cross we see chance,
The shining letters “God is love :" As those move easiest who have learned to He bears our sins upon the tree, dance.
He brings us mercy from above.