224 NATURE-NIGHT-OCEAN. The green earth sends its incense up from God hath a presence, and that ye may see every mountain shrine, In the fold of the flower, the leaf of the tree, From every flower and dewy cup that greeteth In the sun of the noonday, the star of the the sunshine. night, The mists are lifted from the rills like the white In the storm cloud of darkness, the rainbow wing of prayer, of light, They lean above the ancient hills as doing In the waves of the ocean, the furrows of land, homage there. In the mountain of granite, the atom of sand; The forest tops are lowly cast o'er breezy hill Turn where ye may, from the sky to the sod, and glen, Where can ye gaze that ye see not God? As if a prayerful spirit passed on nature as on men. ELIZA COOK. The clouds weep o'er the fallen world e'en as [See also BIRDS-FLOWERS-RIVERS-OCEAN Sea! of Almightiness itself the immense And glorious mirror! how thy azure face Renews the heavens in their magnificence! To thee the love of woman hath gone down; Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, What awful grandeur rounds thy heavy O'er youth's bright looks, and beauty's flowery space! Thy surge two worlds eternal warring sweeps, ANONYMOUS. Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we side! Yea, what is all the riot man can make BRAINARD. crown! Yet must thou hear a voice, "Restore the dead !" Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee; "Restore the dead, thou sea!" MRS. HEMANS. And evermore the waters worship God; The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways But thou art almighty, eternal, sublime, breath, bow; As the stars first beheld thee, still chainless That moved in the beginning o'er his face, Moves o'er it evermore. The obedient waves art thou. But hold! when thy surges no longer shall To its strong motion roll, and rise and fall. roll, And that firmament's length is drawn back like a scroll, Type of the Infinite! I look away Then, then shall the spirit that sighs by thee Over thy billows, and I cannot stay now BRYANT. My thought upon a resting-place, or make Be more mighty, more lasting, more chainless A shore beyond my vision, where they break; than thou. "IRISH MAGAZINE." See how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Then, murmuring, subsides to rest. MOORE. When up some woodland dale we catch KEBLE. But on my spirit stretches, 'till it's pain DANA. Of thousands thou both sepulcher and pall, A tale of mourning tells- DANA. All praise to the Lord, who rules with a word And limits its rage by his steadfast decree: At his beck, to put on the invisible chain. 226 OCEAN — OMNIPOTENCE — OMNIPRESENCE. living thing, The homage of its waves is given in ceaseless worshiping. Great Source of being, beauty, light, and love! | The ocean looketh up to heaven as 'twere a Or Time had traced his dial-plate in stars, Homeward bound! with deep emotion On our hearts and minds, that we, Star of Hope! gleam on the billow, They kneel upon the sloping sand, as bends the human knee, A beautiful and tireless band, the priesthood of the sea! They pour the glittering treasures out which in the deep have birth, And chant their awful hymns about the watching hills of earth. WHITTIER. God of the dark and heavy deep! Hath summoned up their slumbering bands; The Lord descended from above, and bowed the heavens high; Whose peaceful streets with gold are paved, And angels sing, "They're saved! they're And underneath his feet he cast the darkness saved!" H. F. GOULD. of the sky. On cherubs and on cherubims full royally he rode; Eternity comes in the sound of billows that And on the wings of all the winds came OMNIPOTENCE-OMNIPRESENCE-OMNISCIENCE. 227 High is Thy power above all height; Only to thee, O God, is known! Translated from the German by J. WESLEY. In all the immense, the strange, and old, Thy presence careless men behold; STERLING. When up to nightly skies we gaze, STERLING. But fixed, O God! forever stands thy throne; Soul of the world, all-seeing Eye, W. PETER. There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with the which Who feeds and saturates his constant soul, He from his small particular orbit flies, With blessed outstarting! COLERIDGE. Vain thought! the confines of His throne to trace Who goes through all the fields of boundless space. H. K. WHITE. |