THE OMNIPOTENT.

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Great God! whose essence, pure, divine,

TO THE MORNING STAR.

Thy smile of beauty, Star,

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THE BOOK OF NATURE.

Of this fair volume which we World do name,

PRAYER FOR FORGIVENESS.

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O Thou unknown, almighty Cause,

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THE STARS.

They glide upon their endless way,

THE BOON OF FLOWERS.

O Father, Lord,

TO THE SKYLARK.

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky,

THE LILY.

How wither'd, perish'd seems the form,

HEAVENWARD.

The dove let loose in Eastern skies,

I AM NEVER ALONE.

I am never alone, at early dawn,

LOVE TO GOD.

An earnest, ardent will for good,

IN THE WILDERNESS.

The homeless wilderness,

PRAYER UNDER ANGUISH.

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O Thou Great Being! what Thou art,

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THE DEEP BLUE SEA.

The deep blue sea! how fair it seems,

There is a deep low music on the wind, .

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O THOU, THE FIRST.

O Thou, the first, the greatest Friend,

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STILL IN THY GOD CONFIDE.

Placed on the verge of youth, my mind, .

TRUTH AND FREEDOM.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,

DIFFERENT PATHS.

I lately talk'd with one who strove,

PRAISE THE LORD.

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Praise the Lord, all earth and heaven,

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THE FOUNTAIN.

Into the sunshine, full of the light,

LIVE FOR THY GOD.

Live for thyself! let each successive morn,

TO THE DOVE.

Hail, emblem of the dearest tie,

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ALONE.

I am alone, within the world alone,

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THE OAK.

What gnarl'd stretch, what depth of shade, is his,

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The woods my church to day, my preacher boughs,

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THE WAND OF LIGHT.

One summer noon a sad-eyed man, to whom,

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BLESS AND GUIDE.

O Thou dread Power, who reign'st above,

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THE PERFECT REST.

Not long, not long! the spirit-wasting fever, .

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SONGS OF GOD AND NATURE.

GOD IN ALL.

HOU art, O God, the light and life
Of all this wondrous world we see;

Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee.
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine!

When Day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the op'ning clouds of Even,
And we can almost think we gaze

Through golden vistas into heaven-
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine.

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When Night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumber'd eyes-
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord! are Thine.

When youthful Spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the Summer wreathes
Is born beneath that kindling eye.
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
T. MOORE, 1779-1852.

-Sacred Melodies.

GOD of the earth's extended plains!
The dark-green fields contented lie;
The mountains rise like holy towers,

Where man might commune with the sky;

The tall cliff challenges the storm

That lowers upon the vale below,

Where shaded fountains send their streams
With joyous music in their flow.

God of the dark and heavy deep!

The waves lie sleeping on the sands, Till the fierce trumpet of the storm

Hath summon'd up their thund'ring bands; Then the white sails are dash'd like foam,

Or hurry, trembling, o'er the seas, Till, calm'd by Thee, the sinking gale Serenely breathes, Depart in peace.

God of the forest's solemn shade!
The grandeur of the lonely tree,
That wrestles singly with the gale,
Lifts up admiring eyes to Thee;
But more majestic far they stand,

When, side by side, their ranks they form To weave on high their plumes of green, And fight their battles with the storm.

God of the light and viewless air!
Where summer breezes sweetly flow,
Or, gathering in their angry might,

The fierce and wintry tempests blow;
All-from the evening's plaintive sigh,

That hardly lifts the drooping flower,
To the wild whirlwind's midnight cry—
Breathe forth the language of Thy power.

God of the fair and open sky!

How gloriously above us springs The tented dome of heavenly blue, Suspended on the rainbow's rings!