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 To trace thy counsels, infinite and dark; And thought is lost, ere thought can soar so high.. Even like past moments in eternity. Thou from primeval nothingness didst call First chaos, then existence. Lord, on thee Eternity had its foundation: all 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 áll space with rays divine. Thou art, and wert, and shalt be, glorious! great! Light-giving, life-sustaining Potentate! Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround; As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze, So suns are born, so worlds spring forth from theo ; And, as the spangles in the sunny rays Shine round the silver snow, the păgeantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in thy praise. A million torches, lighted by thy hand, Wander unwearied through the blue abyss: Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams? Yes; as a drop of water in the sea, All this magnificence in thee is lost: What are ten thousand worlds compared to thee? In all the glory of sublimest thought,— Nought! But the effluence of thy light divine, As shines the sun-beam in a drop of dew. I am, O God; and surely thou must be! Thou art! directing, guiding all, thou art! Close to the realms where angels have their birth, The chain of being is complete in me; In me is matter's last gradation lost, And the next step is spirit-Deity! I can command the lightning, and am dust! A monarch, and a slave; a worm, a god! Whence came I here, and how so marvellously Creator, yes; thy wisdom and thy word Created me! Thou Source of life and good! Thou Spirit of my spirit, and my Lord! Thy light, thy love, in their bright plenitude, Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, O thoughts ineffable! O visions blessed! Though worthless our conceptions all of thee, God, thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar; LESSON CLXXXI. Scene from "The Vespers of Palermo:"-Eribert and Constance.-MRS. HEMANS. Constance. WILL you not hear me?-Oh! that they who need Hourly forgiveness, they who do but live, While Mercy's voice, beyond the eternal stars, Eribert. 'Tis too late. You have a soft and moving voice, which pleads With eloquent melody;-but they must die. Constance. What, die!-for words?-for breath, which leaves no trace To sully the pure air, wherewith it blends, And is, being uttered, gone?—Why, 'twere enough, One little day of man's free heritage, Heaven's warm and sunny light!-Oh! if you deem Eribert. I am not one Of those weak spirits, that timorously keep watch Of virtue for their deeds. My school hath been Where power sits crowned and armed.—And mark me, sister, To a distrustful nature, it might seem Strange, that your lips thus earnestly should plead For these Sicilian rebels. O'er my being Suspicion holds no power.-And yet take note. -I have said, and they must die. Eribert. Of what?-that heaven should fall? Should arm in madness. Brother, I have seen Eribert. Am I then To pause, and doubt, and shrink, because a girl, Constance. Oh! looks are no illusions, when the soul, But theirs, to liberty! Have not these men Brave sons, or noble brothers? Eribert. Yes; whose name It rests with me to make a word of fear, A sound forbidden midst the haunts of men. Constance. But not forgotten!-Ah! beware, beware!- Nay, look not sternly on me.-There is one The spring-time glow is lingering. 'Twas but now Just dawning in her breast;-and I-I dared To foster its faint spark.-You smile!-Oh! then Eribert. Nay, I but smiled to think What a fond fool is hope! She may be taught There must be fearful chastening, if, on high, Justice doth hold her state. And I must tell LESSON CLXXXII. Address to Light.-MILTON. HAIL, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first born, May I express thee unblamed? since God is light, Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and, at the voice |